I agreed to fake-date my client. She’s a spoiled heiress. And I’m losing control.
I took the job because it paid well. Guard the billionaire’s bratty daughter. Keep her on the property. No attachment. Then she stormed into the room…furious and defiant. Too young. Too sharp.
Too tempting to look at twice. The threats from her father’s enemy were supposed to be empty.
Until they weren’t. And she ends up under my roof. She sleeps down the hall. I watch the windows.
We call it protection. We call it temporary. But the first time I touch her, I stop pretending. She isn’t just under my watch.
She’s mine. And when the men hunting her decide she’s leverage… they’ll learn exactly how far I’m willing to go to keep what belongs to me.
