It started with a proposition (in a hotel bar of all places). 
The brooding drug lord. The beautiful damsel with jagged edges. You know the rest, right? 
It’s a page straight out of a hood fairytale. 
But our story is far from a classic romance.
Because Ahsan Patton isn’t your typical gangsta. 
He’s the kind that’ll order a hit then rearrange your guts to a slow jam. 
So, tell me why I agreed to be his fake girlfriend again? 
 
Now I’m sharing the same air with a man that oozes irresistible charm, money, and power. 
The longer I’m in his presence, the quicker the lines blur between what’s fact and fiction.
Our relationship? Faker than a three-dollar bill.
The way he makes me feel when he eats me like supper? Real AF. 
There are rules to playing a couple. No outside dates. No talking about our arrangement to anyone. No falling in love. 
Should be easy, right? 
Until the minute I let my heart take the reins. Then all bets are off.