"Truth or dare," he said, and I scowled. I hate backing down from his silly games so easily. No, not this time. Not ever! This is when I get to show just how much I hate him. "Dare," I replied, locking eyes with him. Let's see what he has up his sleeve. "I dare you to kiss me." *** Two weeks ago, I thought I'd escaped Mr. Perfect's grasp when I resigned from his company. No more mindless Truth and Dare games, no more toxic dynamics. Or so I thought... Now, reality slaps me in the face: I'm carrying his child. Will Mr. Perfect accept this unexpected twist? Or will my happy ever after remain a distant dream?