Marry the woman I love? Not likely.
I’ve got an hour to marry a woman. Period.
Either I get engaged, or I marry my ex.
So I do what any guy would do.
I grab the cocktail waitress at my party and propose.
What kind of over-the-top crazy woman would fake her own death to trap a billionaire into marrying her? Well, that’d be my ex. And yeah, I know, my taste in women sucks.
Then again, the cocktail waitress at my party has every ounce of my attention, and I’m pretty sure she’d taste just fine. She’s got this nervous laugh and just the right amount of freckles. She’s the kind of girl you’d be proud to take home to your parents, but I’m just interested in taking her to bed.
But then my ex crashes my party.
So I do what any guy would do. I drag the cocktail girl into the pantry and get down on one knee. She gets a ring, a couple million bucks, and all she has to do is say yes.
What could go wrong?
**This is a full-length, standalone fake marriage romance. No cheating or cliffhangers, and a Happily Ever After is guaranteed!**