The Superstar's Secret Online Lover
Language: en
In the blistering 110-degree summer heat, I was kicked out of the luxury celebrity apartments. Inside, the reigning superstar Sean—the very man I’d been fake-dating for PR—was shouting furiously into his phone at our boss. "With my current clout, do I look like I need a PR romance?!" "Turning fiction into reality? Shoving her on my social media for six months was bad enough, but now you drop her right on my doorstep?!" "Is this agency a matchmaking service? Why are you throwing every D-list nobody at me?!" The call abruptly ended. The next second, my duffel bag was kicked out the front…