I got fired for calling out a creep at work… and woke up tangled in silk sheets with a billionaire.
One night. One mistake. One stranger who tasted like bourbon and wickedness—and made me forget everything but the way he whispered, don’t stop.
But morning ruins the fantasy—he’s Nicholas Wolfe. Billionaire. Playboy. Empire heir with a scandal that’s about to explode.
Now he wants me to be his fake fiancée. Six months. Half a million dollars. Cameras. Contracts. And those eyes that promise chaos.
Except the way he looks at me—like I’m his only truth—wasn’t in the contract.
Neither were the late-night confessions, lingering touches, or the way my name sounds when he says it softly, like it’s already his.
I tried to stay detached. But somewhere between red carpet kisses and whispered promises, I fell. Hard.
But loving him comes with consequences—dangerous ones. If the truth about us slips, he loses his empire, and I lose the future I’m fighting for.