Fake Fiancé Next Door
Waking up with amnesia in a hospital, engaged to the billionaire next door, sounds like a bad Hallmark movie.
Sadly, this is now my life.
Cocky doesn’t begin to describe Griffin Sterling.
But I could think of a few other choice words.
After cursing him out for making me believe we were engaged, I begin to notice the biceps begging to be let out of that $900 tailored shirt.
And those stormy grey eyes that that melt my soul from a mile away.
But there’s no time for that nonsense.
I have a case to fight in court.
Unfortunately, my “fiancé” is the person I’m fighting against.