Pretending to be engaged to my hot billionaire childhood bestie is easy.
A little too easy...
Chance was my childhood best friend.
We had a marriage pact when we were ten years old.
If we both ended up single at forty, we promised to get hitched.
Not quite there yet, but I'm in desperate trouble now.
I need Chance to come through and be my fake fiance.
Only for a few months.
Just until my volatile ex gets off my back.
I ditched my ex at the altar to protect myself and now he wants revenge.
Appearing engaged to Chance is my only salvation.
Faking it feels natural. It's not hard with a guy like Chance.
Chiseled abs. Piercing green eyes. Huge bank account.
Swoon.
I'm in serious danger and Chance's pretend love will protect me.
His strong arms wrap me in safety.
I feel heat through my body when we touch.
What was supposed to be pretend is now feeling all too real.
Perhaps my mind is playing tricks on me.
Or maybe my heart knows the truth...