“He’s a player. He has a different girl every weekend. He’s famous for it.”
Those words from my brother about his best friend should have sent me running. Instead, I gave him my v-card.
Duke Esposito is every definition of a bad idea.
He was like none of the boys I’d ever met before—wild and free.
I wanted him.
I wanted him to be the one.
But as expected, I ended up with a broken heart,
And if that humiliation wasn’t enough,
Cut to a few years later and the bastard didn’t even remember who I was.
I should have learned...yet here I am with a giant FAKE engagement ring on my finger from HIM.
One minute I’m standing my ground with the mafia,
And the next, Duke-Freaking-Esposito is barging through my restaurant door,
Pretending to be my fake fiancé and planting a kiss on my lips so spectacular I think I actually sighed out loud.
I may have ended up in a mess way over my head,
But this time—I’m keeping my emotions and hormones out of the equation.
Only, he’s made it clear that this time—he’s playing for keeps.
Should I give him another chance?
Or will Duke break my heart again…
