The bride is stunning. The groom is delightful. Shame the best man is a class-A jerk.
When my BFF asks me to be her maid of honor, I'm, well, honored. Until she introduces me to the best man and I realize we've already met, just this morning when…wait for it…I accidentally spilled a cup of OJ all over his pristine designer suit.
Not my finest hour, but he didn't have to be a dick about it, either. And now—God help me—I'm forced to spend five days on a paradise island with a guy who's the complete opposite of me.
He's bossy, a clean freak, and hates tardiness. I'm sassy, messy, and will turn up late to my own funeral.
But if I dig real deep, there are some similarities. I loathe him, and he despises me. He loves to win. I hate to lose. He's a playboy…and I'm a playgirl.
Which is why it shouldn't surprise me that we're dynamite between the sheets. Not that it matters. Life is too short to commit to one guy—especially when that guy is Mr. Billionaire Penn Kingcaid.