SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked in on my neurosurgeon fiancé in our bed with my cousin. Six months later, they are married. Happy. And everyone still looks at me like I am the woman who got left behind. Now my grandmother is sick, her birthday is coming up, and not showing is not an option. I have to go home. Face my family. My ex. My cousin. That is when Simon Hart, my billionaire boss, arrogant and commitment-phobic to his core, makes me the most ridiculous proposal. "Think about it, Jamie." He spreads his hands like he is closing a billion dollar deal. "You are tired of everyone feeling sorry for you. I am rich as hell, handsome as hell, and charming as hell. Who is going to pity you when you walk in with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he is right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without becoming the family tragedy all over again. And Simon needs a proper girlfriend to prove that the city's most eligible confirmed bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. A few events. Some convincing touches. Absolutely zero feelings. Then we added new terms to the agreement. No strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations. Just sex. And it was working perfectly. Until the moment everything went completely off the rails.