Pretend You’re Mine by River Laurent

I woke up with hangover and a cringy memory.
My old schoolmate drove up to the city to invite me to his wedding. Poor guy is getting married to my ex.
It’s a long story, but the guy tugged on my heartstrings, so I told him I’d go to his wedding back home, and bring along my fiancée.
Problem No. 1: I don’t have a fiancée and I have NO intention of getting one for a VERY long time to come.
So I did what all billionaires do when they have a pesky problem. I asked my faithful PA to sort it out.
I swear, that woman can turn water into wine. Sure enough, she found an agency hiring out fake fiancées.
“Great, get me one of those,” I said, as I passed her desk.
“Your usual type,” she asked.
“Nah,” I flung over my shoulder. “I don’t want any complications. It’s one weekend, then I never want to see her again.”
“Got you,” she said.
I thought my worries were over.
Until Problem No. 2 walked through the door.
The fake fiancee is another one of my hook ups.