I thought the most embarrassing moment of my life was getting reported by my neighbors for testing... certain special sound effects for my job.
That was until the doorbell rang, and standing there was a police officer so devastatingly handsome it should be illegal. He accused me of harboring a man in my apartment, then flatly informed me that he was the husband from my three-month-old, drunken Vegas-style wedding—the one I had no memory of.
The truly absurd part? He had proof.
Now, this impossibly gorgeous stranger is crashing into my life and has somehow appointed himself as the live-in 'reference model' for my new game's hero.

Officer, That's My Husband!

"Lorelei?" I froze. "You mean Lorelei, the new designer at our company?"
Frederick's face turned dangerously dark: "She's not just a new hire at your company, Cassidy. She's my former colleague who used to work at the police station."
What?!
I felt something explode in my brain. That sweet, innoc...

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