I can’t think of anything worse than spending an evening with a middle-aged, diamond-studded woman with overlined lips and a one-way crush on yours truly. But I agreed to be auctioned off at a Valentine’s Day charity event. Being a billionaire comes with some downsides, for the record. As soon as the bidding starts I know this is a bad idea. The women are acting like hens at a strip club. Except for the girl who wins. She’s a meek nobody in uniform working the event, not a glamorous socialite, but she’s my get out of jail free card, and I’m cashing in. Sprung from impending doom, my curvy little nobody gets the date of her life with me. It’s all fine until I realize she’s a fraud and can’t pay. So I cover the bill. Lucky for her, she has a chance to redeem herself. I need a fake fiancée. I scratched her back, now she can scratch mine. If only it were that simple. She’s about to get a lot more than I paid for. Every good girl deserves a bad boy. ~Weston