Pretend You're Mine
River Laurent
So I did what all billionaires do when they have a pesky problem. I asked my faithful PA to sort it out. I swear, that woman can turn water into wine. Sure enough, she found an agency hiring out fake fiancées.
“Great, get me one of those,” I said, as I passed her desk.
“Your usual type,” she asked.
“Nah,” I flung over my shoulder. “I don’t want any complications. It’s one weekend, then I never want to see her again.”
“Got you,” she said.
I thought my worries were over until Problem No. 2 walked through the door.
The fake fiancee is another one of my exes.
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