Falling for Your Fake Fiancé (Love Clichés, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

Oh, no you don’t, Apollo. I’ve seen 101 Dalmatians. And I am not about to be set up by a dog. Nuh-uh. Stick to planning which tree to water next, buddy. Because you are not playing matchmaker with me and your donkey’s butt of a human.

“You got fired and got tricked into a marriage contract all in one week?”

“Sweet dreams, my Southern belle. This could be real, anytime you want it to be. Just say the word.”

“I’ll make every meal for you if you want. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t need to go to work. I’ll just stay here and be yours.”