The guy I just met at the mansion I inherited from a complete stranger?
Hes drop dead gorgeous. Sexy. And rude with a Capital R.
Turns out hes not the hot gardener as I wrongly assumed. Hes not only a famous rock star who grew up in the house, hes also ready to fight for it.
And being both hot-headed and Irish, hes going to fight hard and dirty.
Im not moving out. Full Stop.
But neither is he. So we agree on some simple rules.
Well play roommates for a while. What could possibly go wrong?
Living together with an Irish Hothead will surely cause a major storm.
Lets hope bracing that storm wont turn into a hurricane.
