Pretending to date my adversary so I can create my ideal bakery should be straightforward… as long as I don’t develop feelings for him.
Dominic Hardy, despite being an acclaimed architectural engineer with impressive credentials, lacks any knowledge of baking. He’s not even fond of sweets. So, when my late stepfather’s will dictates that Dominic Hardy will inherit the Pacific Coast Resort he meticulously designed, on the condition that my bakery can be situated within it, it’s unsurprising that he hesitates. And I’m stunned when another clause mandates that we must both approve the plans for my bakery’s design. His conservative taste clashes with my whimsical aesthetic.
However, Dominic presents me with an offer I can’t reject. He promises to grant all my bakery desires if I agree to one condition:
Pretend to be in a romantic relationship with him for five months.
Keep his ex at bay by feigning affection.
Attend a couple of galas together, smiling and gazing into his captivating green eyes.
Perhaps share a kiss.
Nothing too extreme.
Five months of acting in love while secretly despising him and his crude language.
Even when directed at me.
It seems manageable. But there’s a thin line between love and disdain, and I fear I’ve inadvertently blurred it.
