Filthy Rich Bastard
by Evie Monroe
I'm screwed. And banging Mia Doyle is my best defense.
Deported? After all these years?
Damn it. This sh-t doesn’t happen to the rich and powerful. I’m not going back. But, they say the only way I can stay is if I marry someone.
Mia's supposed to be off limits. Company policy. But she’s one of the few women who can tolerate me.
F-ck policies. I'm the boss, and I do who—and where—I want.
No questions asked. It’s a win-win.
She’s got something I need—I’ve got something she wants.
Two can play this game. And I’ve got the upper hand—or at least I think I do.
Now, all I have to do is get her to say yes and get the feds to believe our fake love is real... then try to convince my heart it’s fake.
Deported? After all these years?
Damn it. This sh-t doesn’t happen to the rich and powerful. I’m not going back. But, they say the only way I can stay is if I marry someone.
Mia's supposed to be off limits. Company policy. But she’s one of the few women who can tolerate me.
F-ck policies. I'm the boss, and I do who—and where—I want.
No questions asked. It’s a win-win.
She’s got something I need—I’ve got something she wants.
Two can play this game. And I’ve got the upper hand—or at least I think I do.
Now, all I have to do is get her to say yes and get the feds to believe our fake love is real... then try to convince my heart it’s fake.