I thought I was ordering dinner.
Instead, I got a diamond ring.
Now, the world thinks I’m engaged to Grayson Callahan—billionaire, control freak, and the most insufferably gorgeous man I’ve ever met.
Not my fault.
He was mid-proposal when I sat down, looking at me like I was supposed to say yes. How was I supposed to know he had the wrong woman? (Okay, I could have asked a few questions. But where’s the fun in that?)
Now, the internet is obsessed with our so-called love story. His family expects a wedding. And instead of shutting it down, Grayson makes me an offer:
One contract. Public appearances. A few carefully staged kisses.
In return? He’ll fix the one problem I can’t escape.
It should be simple. Except nothing about Grayson Callahan is simple. He’s demanding. Controlling. Infuriatingly attractive.
And every time he touches me, every time he leans in like he wants this, I forget— I forget it’s fake.
I forget I’m supposed to leave. I forget the most ruthless man I’ve ever met doesn’t believe in love. I should walk away.
But then he kisses me. And suddenly? Pretending doesn’t feel like pretending anymore.
