OOPS! I just ruined Seattles hottest tech billionaire’s $1000 shirt at my ex-husbands engagement party to my cousin!
Instead of suing me, Grayson Dixon whispered four dangerous words: You owe me now. Now, I’m the infamous CEO’s fake girlfriend for the next six weeks.
There’s only one problem: His AI claims were perfect for each other—and Im the matchmaker who secretly set up his ex with her soulmate.
Now his algorithm is tracking our every move, and Im running out of ways to hide the truth