Billion Dollar Fiancé

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Liam Carter was once my best friend and childhood crush. Now he's a playboy billionaire in need of a fake fiancée.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The first time I meet Liam again after fifteen years I ruin his suit with marinara sauce at a fancy party. I'm the caterer he's the guest. It's only </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>mildly</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> humiliating. </span>But the second time I see him? That's when he pops the question all girls long to hear. <em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Will you be my fake fiancée?</em></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Apparently he needs to shed his playboy image and fast.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Liam's nothing like the boy I remember. Tall broad and poured into tailored suits he now has more money than he can count. In exchange for my help he vows to make my cheating ex jealous showing up to my job with roses in hand and crooked smiles.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's a game just like the ones we played as kids. Well maybe not just like those-they never involved heated kisses.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But as make-believe bleeds into reality I can't stop wondering... are we too different now to make something last?</strong></p>