Billionaireвђ™s Fake Fling By Alexa Hart (A-Z HOT)

"The contract didn't mention anything about what happens when the lines get blurred," he whispered, leaning in.

The first month was easy. It was all designer dresses and practiced smiles. But then came the night of the Solstice Gala. Julian’s hand stayed on the small of her back a second too long; his laughs felt a little too genuine. When they returned to his penthouse, the silence was heavy. Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart

"You're doing a great job, Elara," he murmured, stepping into her personal space. "The board is convinced." "The contract didn't mention anything about what happens

"Is that all this is?" she asked, the words out before she could stop them. "A job?" But then came the night of the Solstice Gala

Elara swallowed hard. She was just his executive assistant—the one who made sure his espresso was exactly 165 degrees and his schedule was airtight. Now, he wanted her to be his fiancée to appease a board of directors who thought he was too much of a "wild card" to remain CEO. "And the rules?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"It’s simple, Elara," Julian said, his voice a low vibration that made her stomach do a nervous flip. "Three months. Four charity galas. One family weekend at the Hamptons. In exchange, your brother’s medical debt vanishes."