Stealing My Perfect Man With A Lie
Language: en
I had found my perfect man—a walking, talking advertisement for a high-value male. Three years into dating, I finally decided to bring him home for the holidays. But the moment I sent a photo of Damon and me to the family group chat, my phone exploded. “Sister, I know you’re desperate for a man, but are you really scraping the bottom of the barrel like this?” “Are you trying to get out of your blind dates by deliberately finding a scrub to piss Mom off?” I stared, stunned, at my boyfriend standing next to me. He was six-foot-one, with a washboard of eight-pack abs, dressed in a bespoke…