Between Love and Loathing: Dom and Clara's Fake Dating Story

That night, I tossed and turned thinking of her down the hall and hoped once I woke the next morning, it’d be better. I got to have sex with her. That should have gotten her out of my system.

It didn’t.

was falling in love with my fake girlfriend

Dominic Hardy was becoming my safe place, and I knew that meant he would be my catastrophic disaster too.

“It just means my father and mother always wanted what was best for the other person. They’re selfless because they’re in love. To love someone more than you love yourself and risk them not feeling the same.”

Somehow, the woman I’d despised just a few weeks prior was the only one I wanted to be around now, the only one I wanted to stare at, listen to, fight with, and fuck.

I wouldn’t have anybody say otherwise.

I was falling for Clara Milton, and I had to make damn sure I stopped. Love between her and me would end up being a battlefield, and I didn’t want her wounded.

“in case my future wife ever wants anything else here, got it?”

“Who else would it be for, cupcake?”

“There’s my little fighter.”

“There’s my little fighter.”