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.