He's wealthy and brilliant and disturbingly attractive, and now I'm living with him and pretending to be my sister. She always kept him at arm's length, but the more I get to know him, the closer I want to get. The last thing I should do is fall for him, but I'm not sure how I can help it.
Our whole relationship is built on a lie, and the life and man I desperately want will never truly belong to me.