My friends dared me to kiss her without revealing I’m the richest man in town.
This lie will become my biggest downfall, as she hates affluence with every fiber of her being.
The dare was simple. Kiss the girl in a red dress, who was sitting alone at an upscale restaurant. But the moment my lips touch hers and her palm hits my face, I forget about winning everything else but her.
She accuses me of being self-centered, rich, and entitled. Even though it’s true, I’m more than that.
In my determination to show her that not every rich man is a bastard, I resort to a fake name and job.
Despite the lie, everything else that transpires between us is real. Every touch, every kiss, every tender moment, has a promise of a lifetime.
But lies have short lives.
Will Sophia forgive me after finding out my truth?
