Hitched to a Billionaire

Hitched to a blue-eyed billionaire . . .

It was supposed to be a simple, easy marriage of convenience arrangement. A few months being married to my grumpy boss so he'd gain control of his company, and I'd walk away with enough money to take care of myself and my mother well into the future. After two years of lusting after my hot boss, the deal seemed like a no-brainer.

Except for the part about falling into his bed when I swore I'd keep things platonic.

Or finding out that there was a kind, caring side to him beneath that gruff exterior.

Or allowing my heart and emotions to muddle the situation.

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with my fake husband, especially knowing that he was a man who avoided real commitment like the plague. But here I was, setting myself up for heartache . . .

Maybe it was time to re-negotiate the terms of our agreement.