I was so close to the promotion of my dreams. All I had to do was prove I was serious, focused, and not the type to hit every happy hour.
So when my boss assumed I had a fiancé, I⦠might have let them believe it.
Harmless, right?
Wrong. Because now I need proofāa perfect, devoted, presentable fiancĆ©.
Cue Kir Adler. Billionaire CEO. Business genius. The kind of man who makes hearts (and stock markets) crash and burn.
He needs a date for a high-profile wedding. I need a promotion. One temporary arrangement. A few weeks of playing pretend. No real feelings. No strings.
Easy.
Exceptā¦
1ļøā£ Heās secretly a hilarious, endearingly awkward workaholic.
2ļøā£ He listens in a way no one ever has.
3ļøā£ And every time we āfakeā touch, my heart forgets this isnāt real.
I wasnāt supposed to fall for the man behind the billion-dollar empire. But now? The lines are blurring, my heartās on the line, and our perfectly scripted ending?
Letās just say no oneāleast of all meāwas prepared for what happened next.