I’ve been obsessed with my dad’s best friend for as long as I can remember. Does that make me a bad girl?
Let me clarify. I’m not just mindlessly obsessed with him. I actually like Maurice. Letting him kiss me was a big deal for me. I’m still holding on to my V-card. And I want to hand it over to him every time I see him dressed in a suit. Lucky for me, I see that a lot because I work for him. Yes, he’s my boss and I should stop staring at him. But my heart doesn’t seem to care. So, when he needed access to his inheritance to help out my dad… I proposed a plan. A fake marriage. Zero expectations. No complications.
Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?