Bad girlfriend : Billionaire's Club, Book 13

What made a good girlfriend? Someone who was understanding. Kind. Someone who listened and baked cute, little cupcakes and remembered things like anniversaries and their boyfriends' favorite meals. In a word, someone who wasn't Tammy. She wasn't good with mush, couldn't stand watching a romantic movie without wanting to hurl. She didn't have songs with her significant others. Hell, she didn't have significant others. Then ... Fletcher. He was just a co-worker who needed a fake girlfriend to take to a wedding, one who wouldn't get attached like all the other women who fell in love with him at the drop of a hat and then required him to do outlandish things like solicit fake girlfriends. In another word, he needed Tammy and her cold, dead heart. So she did him a solid, went to the wedding, and charmed everyone while staying blissfully unattached. But then Fletcher fell for her What were the characteristics of a good girlfriend? Everything that wasn't her. Tammy wasn't good with mush, couldn't stand watching romantic movies without wanting to hurl. She didn't have songs with her significant others. Hell, she didn't have significant others. So when Fletcher needed a fake girlfriend to take to a wedding—one who wouldn't get attached like all the other women who fell in love with him at the drop of a hat—she was the obvious choice. She went, and everything was great. Until Fletcher fell for her. Until...she fell for him right back.