Emily Johnson should have never agreed to the arrangement...
Thirty days ago, her boss- Mr. Wolf of Wall Street, came to Emily with an offer she couldn't refuse: Sign her name on the dotted line and pretend to be his fiancee for one month. If she agreed, he would let Emily out of her employment contract with a "very generous" severance package.
The rules were pretty simple: No intimate kissing, no actual sex. Just pretend to love each other for the press, even though Emily has secretly wanted to knock that sexy smirk off his face since the first day they met.
Emily definitely didn't need to think twice about this. She signed her name and started counting down the seconds to when she would never have to deal with his special brand of ass-holery again.
Emily only made it to one minute...
They argued the entire four-hour flight to Nicholas' hometown, failed to make a convincing impression with the welcoming press, and right when she was about to knock that arrogant look off his face in real life. He purposely dropped his bath towel in front of Emily, distracting her with his nine-inch cock to "show Emily who the bigger person was" in their relationship. Then he gave Emily his trademark smirk once again and asked if she wanted to consummate their marriage.
Tragically, this is only day one. Emily and Nicholas still have 29 more days to go.
Thirty Day Boyfriend is yet another book that I've had on my to read list for a while now and am only just recently getting around to reading. And yet again, this was another book that I'm glad I held off on reading only because I couldn't get into it as much as I thought I would.
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