Yeah, I Hate-Ate Your Cupcake! by Alina Jacobs

In my defense, my twin sister is engaged to the love of my life.
Ok, so he’s my ex of two weeks, but I have totally been in love with him since we were kids!
Guess he wanted the pretty twin. *shrug emoji* What else is new in my life?
They decided to break the news to me in a public place.
Probably because they thought it would keep me from losing it.
Ha! I am the queen of humiliating experiences.
Yelling, “Hey, bitch!” to a girl I thought was my bestie but was just a random stranger? Yup.
Spilling a smoothie all down my shirt in front of a hot guy? Check.
Awkward jokes at a job interview? Have you even met me?
Instead of handling the bad news maturely, I lied that I was totally A-OK with being the maid of honor at those lying cheaters’ upcoming nuptials because I already had a boyfriend, thank you very much.
Then I promptly grabbed an unsuspecting handsome billionaire and begged shamelessly for him to pretend to be my boyfriend. He, of course, reacted with horror because my life is so not a romantic comedy.
Most humiliating moment ever.
Actually, no, scratch that: the worst moment was later that evening, when I got arrested breaking into said billionaire’s office.
And since the universe really had it in for me (could also be terrible decision-making skills on my part, but who’s counting), things really took a turn for the worse when the handsome billionaire told me he was willing to make a deal…
And be my fake boyfriend.
Liam Svensson had a sexy smile, a deep sexy voice, and an even sexier body underneath that custom suit.
Saying he was out of my league would be a huge understatement.
What did he want?
My cupcake.
…Like, literally, my cupcake. One a day. A variety. Not… you know… that. Guys like Liam didn’t like awkward girls like me.
Except why was he looking at me like he could cover me in frosting and eat me up?
And why did I want to risk it all and say yes?