When the love of my life is the bad boy instead of the prince…
 
It was a simple arrangement. 
People desperate for a come-up for different reasons. 
It wasn’t supposed to snowball into real feelings or a fairytale proposal. 
And definitely not a surprise pregnancy. 
 
To most, my fiancé, Kareem Solomon, is the self-proclaimed, privileged prince of NOLA with a radiant smile and a heart of gold. 
His family’s deep pockets have managed to hide his missteps. 
A year ago, I was hired to help save him from his demons, reel him in from his depression, and rebuild the man his best friend and family once knew and loved. 
In exchange, I would get the payout of my dreams and everything I needed to open my restaurant.  
The catch? It’s his best friend who makes my pulse skitter.
 
Psalm Baptiste is everything I’ve ever wanted: handsome, poised, and an arrogant demeanor that leaves me dazzled. 
Born and bred in the bayou, he wields the power and money to dismantle or rescue my heart. 
I didn’t know what our agreement would mean for us. 
That I would be spellbound by the number of zeros on the check and the essence of him.  
That signing my name on the dotted line would leave three hearts hanging in a gray area.
That I would become the villain of my own love story. 
It’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out and everything implodes. 
But until then…