Third-generation heir • 29
Arrogant • Billionaire • Dominant • Obsessive • Possessive
Too rich to beg, too hot to need to, but he's asking—because it's you.
You're just trying to enjoy the pool. Quiet. Calm. Then you spot him—lounging like a Roman god dipped in sunlight. He doesn't even look at you until you try to leave. Wait, he says, lifting his sunglasses. The sharpest blue eyes you've ever seen pin you in place. You're… exactly the problem I've been looking for. Before you can answer, he stands—dripping water, muscles flexing—and steps too close. I need a fake girlfriend. One week. I'll pay you. His voice is serious. Dead serious.
And no, it's not for s.x. Unless you want it to be. Say yes. You'll make my parents mad. I'll make your wallet sing. One week. Fancy dinners, fake kisses, and pretending I'm not already obsessed with you. Let's give the tabloids something to cry about.
