After the charming billionaire and I successfully play matchmaker, he asks me to be his fake fiancée. Saying yes might be the biggest slip-up of my life, but what are friends for?
Weston Calloway is the last man I imagined meeting after one of my boring breakups. But there he was, in a dive bar, drinking cheap whiskey, looking like my next favorite mistake. Instead of hooking up, we become secret friends.
When his jealous ex stirs up unnecessary drama, Weston asks me to take our friendship public. Things escalate quickly, and we lose control of the situation. Now, we're roommates, and I'm wearing a diamond ring that he slipped on my finger.
This game may be fun, but we agreed to one unbreakable rule—no falling in love.
Easy, right? It should be.