Faking the Pass

Fake marry the smokin’ hot NFL quarterback who dumped me in high school? Hard pass.

…Or it would be, if my Hollywood disaster of an ex-fiancé wasn’t trying to destroy my career—and bankrupt me in the process.

Cue Presley Lowe.

Big-time quarterback. Bigger ego. Even bigger contract.

The boy who shattered my heart, then dared to somehow get even hotter with age.

He says a fake marriage will solve both our problems.

I say he’s lost his mind.

But I’m broke, backed into a corner, and out of options.

So now I’m wearing Presley’s ring, taking couple-selfies, and sleeping one wall away from the man who gave me...

Fake marry the smokin’ hot NFL quarterback who dumped me in high school? Hard pass.

…Or it would be, if my Hollywood disaster of an ex-fiancé wasn’t trying to destroy my career—and bankrupt me in the process.

Cue Presley Lowe.

Big-time quarterback. Bigger ego. Even bigger contract.

The boy who shattered my heart, then dared to somehow get even hotter with age.

He says a fake marriage will solve both our problems.

I say he’s lost his mind.

But I’m broke, backed into a corner, and out of options.

So now I’m wearing Presley’s ring, taking couple-selfies, and sleeping one wall away from the man who gave me my first heartbreak—and my last good kiss.

I pretend not to notice when he walks around shirtless.

He pretends he doesn’t remember exactly how I like to be kissed.

We’re both lying.

But it’s all temporary. Totally fake.

Right?

So why does every look he gives me scream mine?

And why am I starting to feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to keep hearing him say, my wife?

What happens when your fake husband is also the boy you never got over?