Slipping into a faux engagement with the one man who still haunts my midnight fantasies? That's the kind of reckless decision that sends shivers down my spine—and it's exactly the offer Jason Shane, my new boss and former high school flame, presents to me. I'm the one who accidentally encounters his smoldering gaze and sculpted physique in the men's locker room, where the steam isn't just from the showers.

The chemistry? It's as palpable as the droplets running down his toned chest. The proposal? A seductive plot to parade as his betrothed to dazzle the company's higher-ups. The payment is generous, tempting, and utterly scandalous. With a racing heart and a whispered "yes," I find myself swept into a world of intoxicating luxury and sinful playacting.

But this retreat is no ordinary affair. Each feigned caress is laced with genuine longing, every pretend kiss laden with real desire. I'm caught in a dance of sensual deception, where every touch is a secret confession of yearning. As the lines between performance and reality blur, the man with the ruthless business edge shows glimpses of the tender lover from my past.

I keep telling myself it's all just a game, that the man who now commands boardrooms can't possibly offer the tenderness I crave. It's supposed to be easy to leave the fantasy behind when the masquerade ends. Yet, with every stolen embrace, I'm left questioning whether this act of passion could lead to a love that's all too real.

I'm stepping into a story where fiery old passions ignite amidst a high-stakes game of love and pretense, testing the boundaries between the facade and the heartfelt. Can I play the part without falling for the man behind the mask?

Fake Fiancee To The Billionaire

“I think I just want to do something that makes a difference.”
There’s a hint of anxiety in his voice, and I know why. We’ve talked about this before. About how absurd it is that, at eighteen, we’re supposed to decide how to spend the rest of our lives. As if there’s a straight path to walk and not ...

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