Engaged to Mr. Right

But now, with my knee blown out and my parents hearing wedding bells, my life isn't exactly going according to plan.

At least my physiotherapist, Naomi, is sexy as sin, right?

That's what I tell myself, until someone snaps a photo of us together and all hell breaks loose.

'Billionaire Bachelor Engaged', the headlines scream.

Fantastic.

They're only tabloids, and I should just brush it off.

But Naomi needs a bit of cash, and I need to buy some time. And plus, I'm a sucker for a damsel in distress.

So, we're engaged.
Or at least, we're pretending to be.

...until it starts to feel a little too real, and I don't know if I want to pretend at all.