He's the heir to a fortune. He's my aloof, intimidating, insanely handsome boss. And he just asked me to marry him.
Hayden Stuart is the quintessential English lord. He went to the most exclusive private schools. He hangs out with royals and other richy rich A-listers. His summer home is a castle.
Whereas I grew up on a peanut farm in Georgia.
When the spit hits the fan for Hayden, he asks me to be his wife. He makes it very clear to me that this is all for show. Totally temporary. Business only. This is not a fake husband with benefits situation.
Of course I say yes. Who wouldn't want to live in a castle and have a staff take care of your every need? This is Beauty and the Beast, complete with the freaking library. Only Hayden's crazy hot and knows how to eat soup without slurping it all over the place.
The problem is, the more time I spend pretending to be Hayden's wife, the more desperate I feel to believe the lie.
And it's not just about the castle. It's about the man.
