My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

“I spent two years being the perfect girlfriend. Baking birthday cakes. Planning surprise parties. Never asking too many questions-until I walked in on my boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Natalie in my bed. No tears. No screaming. Just the cold clatter of my keys hitting the floor and the final swipe of my thumb erasing him from my life forever. I drove through the rain with nowhere to go-until a man stumbled out of the darkness and into my headlights. Andrew Espinoza was soaked, broke, and homeless. The heir to a billion-dollar empire, disowned by his father for refusing an arranged marriage. He had nothing but the wet suit on his back and a dead phone in his pocket. I should have driven away. Instead, I shoved two hundred dollars into his hand and told him to get in. Now he's sleeping on my couch, wearing my dad's pajamas, pretending to be my boyfriend for my nosy mother. It's a simple arrangement: I pay him. He plays the part. He gets a roof over his head. No questions. No feelings. Strictly business. But the man who grew up with silver spoons doesn't know how to boil water. And I, fresh off a two-year lie, don't know how to trust again. When Andrew looks at me with those dark, unreadable eyes-when he steps between me and the wreckage of my old life without hesitation-I start to wonder: Is he still acting? Or is the line between fake and real starting to blur? "I'd marry her tomorrow. But a decision that important... I'm leaving it entirely up to Alexis." He said that to my mom. I felt it in my chest.”