The Superstar's Secret Online Lover

In the blistering 110-degree summer heat, I was kicked out of the luxury celebrity apartments.

Inside, the reigning superstar Sean—the very man I’d been fake-dating for PR—was shouting furiously into his phone at our boss.

"With my current clout, do I look like I need a PR romance?!"

"Turning fiction into reality? Shoving her on my social media for six months was bad enough, but now you drop her right on my doorstep?!"

"Is this agency a matchmaking service? Why are you throwing every D-list nobody at me?!"