His family basically owns the town of La Perla. I hadn’t questioned when he said he was an accountant. I hadn’t thought of the possibility he was the accountant for his own company, or at least, his family’s company. I certainly never expected the stranger kissing me at a New Year’s party owned the insane mansion hosting the party. It makes sense really—the entire Kennedy family works for their empire. Who better to take care of the financial aspects than one of their own? Any girl would be ecstatic to have caught the interest of a Kennedy. When he told me his name, I’m pretty sure I turned green, and he probably thought I was going to throw up on him. A girl like me doesn’t just go around dating royalty. No, men like Grant Kennedy marry women like his mother. Someone who also grew up in a mansion, went to private schools, and has afternoon tea. I didn’t grow up in a cardboard box, but the Kennedys were out of my depth. Then, a Kennedy kissed me.
