Asher Anderson is an arrogant, insufferable prick. We’re not friends. We barely tolerate each other. So when he strolls up to me in the cafeteria on the worst day of my life, I know he’s up to something. Then he drops a bomb—telling Liam Heiter, my best friend and the guy I’ve been in love with for years, that Asher and I are dating.
It’s a lie. A reckless, ridiculous lie.
But then I see Liam’s reaction. The jealousy in his eyes. The possessiveness in his voice. For the first time, he looks at me like I’m his.
So, I do the unthinkable—I play along. If pretending to be with Asher makes Liam realize he wants me, then maybe this whole twisted game will be worth it. It’s not like I actually like Asher. Not his cocky smirk. Not his infuriating confidence. Not the way he kisses me just to sell the lie… and definitely not the way my body reacts when he does.
It’s just a game. A means to an end.
But Asher doesn’t play fair. And the longer we pretend, the more blurred the lines become.
