New York Billionaires

I couldn't believe my luck when I got sent to a work conference in Hawaii. Living the dream after years of pulling myself up by my bootstraps. The sand, the palm trees, and the blue water were straight out of a romantic fantasy. So was the guy at the beachfront bar, let's be honest. Blue eyes. Broad-shouldered in his business suit but with a rough-around-the-edges swagger and a filthy mouth.

My assignment is simple. I'm the fake date of billionaire Alexander Maddox for the weekend. My job: to attend a Hamptons wedding with him and convince all the heiresses and socialites competing for his attention—including his ex, who happens to be the wedding planner—that he's very much taken. Alexander Maddox is the oldest of the four Maddox brothers, Manhattan's most eligible bachelors. He's also the CEO of his family's legacy investment empire, loaded beyond belief, and, according to rumors, sexy as sin. But this is strictly a business arrangement.

Making it as a fashion designer in New York City feels a lot like trying to fly to the moon with homemade wings. My Instagram is slowly gaining traction, but the grind is exhausting. So when my best friend asks me to be the maid of honor at her shotgun wedding in Malibu, I'm tempted to head back to L.A. for good. Especially since my unrequited crush is also on the guest list.