Damian took a bullet for me when I was seventeen. He didn't ask for my heart in return, but it's been his ever since. We are as different as night and day. He's fun-loving and outgoing while I'm skeptical of new people and prefer to avoid social events.
So, why did I agree to be handcuffed to him for a full week in the name of science? It's not because he dared me to do it, or because I need the money that comes with it. I'm the CFO of Solver Industries, after all.
It's because I'm turning twenty-nine, and I'm sick and tired of my heart comparing every man to Damian when my brain knows full well that he's far from perfect.
If my plan works, an overdose of the large Irishman should kill my crush on him and finally set me free.
