One night in Miami. One unforgettable mistake. I never expected to see him again—until he moved in next door.
Dr. Parker Matthews is rich, brilliant, and completely infuriating. He’s also the only man who ever ruined me with one kiss and then disappeared without a name.
When his uncle dies, he’s offered a six-hundred-million-dollar inheritance—if he gets married. He needs a six-month wife. I need cash to save my business. It’s not personal. Not emotional. Just business.
Or it was—until he walked into my spa, stripped down to nothing, and let me put my hands on him.
He didn’t ask. I didn’t stop. And by the time it was over, the deal wasn’t hypothetical anymore.
Now we’re playing house. Sharing a bed.
And pretending there’s nothing real between us while the chemistry no one can fake burns hotter than ever.
His father will do anything to keep control. Including destroying me in the process.
I’ve spent my life saving myself.
But this time, it has to be Parker— or I lose everything.
