There’s always that one girl who has all these dreams, yet she can’t reach them because she’s constantly tripping over her own two feet.
That’s me. I’m that girl. The unorganized, chaotic, hot mess.
With debt collectors on my back and a pizza habit I can no longer support, I need cash. And I need it fast. I’m not giving up my pizza habit just because I can’t touch my trust fund yet and the bank want to take my house.
Me and pizza? We’re soulmates.
I’d rather live in a tent than cancel my twice weekly pizza delivery. So there’s only one logical solution.
Rent out the mansion my parents left me when they died.
Of course it has to be Tate Montgomery that moves in—the super sexy celebrity with three million, five hundred and twenty-six thousand followers on Instagram. The only model that warrants post notifications switched.
And of course I have to be the paint-covered walking disaster who falls for said famous tenant.
The problem? Tate and I, we’re not compatible…at all. He’s arrogant. I’m stubborn. It’s a train wreck waiting to happen.
Yet, I end up kissing him anyway.
Told you I was a mess.