My boss hired me while I was drunk out of my mind at a party. Wobbling around, whining about being unemployed.
But . . . it was no charity. I'm qualified over-qualified for this job. Seriously, I'm really, really good. So good that that I got drunk (again) and fell into Simon's bed.
Mr. Simon Cox. Uptight. Freakishly organized. Too proud. And way too rich. All the things I'm not. All the things I never want to be. Imagine his reaction when he enters my Brooklyn apartment that looks more like a pig sty than a home.
Anyhow, he came over to ask for a favor. And he came prepared . . . with a contract in hand. The fake fiancee contract. All I have to do is sign on the dotted line and get fake engaged. Is this why he hired a drunk mess like myself? And is now the best time to disobey my boss?
Calm down. I'm not a creep.
I used to watch my hot neighbor through my bedroom window, but I knew he had feelings for me too.
Jason Cox.
The hottest race car driver to ever exist. Jason likes to win. Every. Single. Time.
So when he heard of my engagement? It made him skip town faster than he takes those death-defying left turns. That engagement never turned into marriage. I broke it off. Only to have him not living next door to me anymore. I've called a million times. Cried a thousand tears. Has he heard that I'm still single? Logic tells me that he has. So, the real question is . . . Is he ever going to return?
I was nine when I befriended him.
Seventeen when I kissed him.
And eighteen when I threw all dirty thoughts about him in the trash.
Vincent Turner is my bad boy best friend. I've never said no to him. Even when he asked to copy my homework in high school. Even when he asked me to be his wing woman. I've seen his girlfriends come and leave. He's brought me ice cream after my heartbreaks. And then it all goes to sh*t.
His filthy rich parents find him a doll to marry. And he asks me to be his wedding planner.
That eleven-year-old kiss is starting to haunt me. I'd rather be his wife, not his damn wedding planner. I've never said no to Vincent Turner. You think now might be a good time to start?
