Escape with a Billionaire

Ashton Scott is not my type. He’s arrogant and presumptuous, and way too bossy for me. The man is persistent, though. Nothing stops him when he decides he wants something, and he’s decided he wants to buy my building. He’s also decided he wants me. And like I said, when Ashton Scott wants something, nothing stops him. He’s sexy AF. He wears a suit like nobody’s business. And his bossiness turns me on in ways I can’t understand. But I’m not going down without a fight. Or at least, I wasn’t.

He’s the world’s biggest movie star. We met on a beach in Italy. He loved me like no other, but then he ruined me. Now, six years later, he'll do whatever it takes to make me his again. But I'm not the girl I was back then. I’ve moved on. I’m over Jack. Or so I thought. The thing is, you don’t just get over Jack Kingsley. And saying no to this man is the hardest thing in the world. 

My ex’s best friend just paid a million dollars for a date with me. I’ve known Beckett Pearce for two years. I’ve disliked him for just as long. He’s been voted New York’s most eligible bachelor twice. And it’s not just his billions they want him for. He’s an eleven in a ten world, but I can’t imagine anything worse than dating him. He may have money, power, and good looks, but he’s also arrogant and infuriating. Yet here I am. On a million-dollar date with my ex’s best friend.

Jameson Fox is the most infuriating, arrogant, frustrating, presumptuous, self-important alphahole I have ever met. He stole my company from me five years ago. Now, he’s made me an offer I can’t refuse: fake marry him, and he’ll give it back. The only catch: we have to stay married for one year or I get nothing.

My one-night stand is my new boss. I met him at the society wedding of the year; he's the man every woman in New York wants. He's rich. Devastatingly good looking. Charming. Mr. I-Could-Blow-Your-Mind. And yes, he did blow my mind. It was just supposed to be one night. I told him I don't date. But now he wants to make me his. How will I resist all those suits and the muscles they hide? How will I survive the unexpected dinner parties and work trips? How will I ignore the scorching chemistry between us? I can’t give my heart away again. Spoiler alert: I'm failing.