I’m in a fake engagement with my dad’s best friend. Now, I might be having his baby! I was supposed to be lying low after my ex cheated—just crashing at Dad’s friend Alexander’s penthouse until the paparazzi forgot my name.

He’s a grumpy, brooding billionaire with a perfect jawline, an eight-year-old daughter, and absolutely no room for scandal.

So of course, we fake an engagement to kill a PR nightmare.
I move in. Sleep in his bed. Wear his ring.

The lodge getaway? One bed. No signal. A whole lot of tension.
And when he touches me like that, I forget we’re faking anything.

He makes me feel seen. Wanted. Safe.
I catch him watching me like he’s already mine.

Amy calls me “Mommy” by mistake.
And my period is late.

But I’ve fallen for him. Hard.
And my dad still doesn’t know.