She
agreed to play the role herself, just for Christmas. And it’s perfect because she doesn’t want anything real either. Heck, she even told me she had a boyfriend.
I
couldn’t have asked for a better deal. Except… that my feelings are all over the place. A
playboy like me doesn’t know how to fall in love… And yet, here I am, admiring the way Bailey walks, the way her hair falls over her shoulders.
But
this playboy is about to lose the love game… Does she really have another man in her life? And what about the little secret that would be born on Christmas?
