Stealing My Perfect Man With A Lie

Summary

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.