Wrong place, wrong time? No good deed goes unpunished?
There’s probably a million ways to describe being blackmailed into a fake engagement. With the most accurate being: Sucker.
Words I never thought I would hear my sister say: “Mason, meet my sister, Willow. Willow, this is my fiancé, Mason Cartwright.”
With model worthy hair, sparkling brown eyes and a scruffy salt-and-pepper jawline that begged to be kissed, I was trapped in his swirling vortex of charisma.
Oh, Holy Hell’s balls.
Good thing I don’t believe in love at first sight. ‘Cause if I did, I’d be booty over bean in love with Mason Cartwright.