Barista by day. Engaged to the baddest rock star in the world by night. Well, fake engaged. I mean, what’s one more lie, right? To be fair, it was Dex’s idea. In trouble one too many times… Now he needs me to make him look tame. Trust me, there is no taming this wild hunk. He’s built from muscle, music, and a thirst for women. He can do whatever he wants. Just as long as holds up his end of this crazy lie. The engagement ring on my finger is just for show. But now these feelings between us… Well, maybe he’ll end up with another love ballad to play when this ends. We were supposed to play pretend. But there’s no pretending between the sheets. And now I’m looking at Dex questioning what’s fake and real…