Fake it until you make it. Gayle Nash was my one-way ticket to a career.I can't believe I had never thought of it sooner.With him by my side, I'd have all the advantages to help me succeed as a sports journalist.And maybe some people won't like that I slept my way to the top.But let's get one thing straight here: I only slept with the major league baseball player after he gave me the ring.Was it amazing? Yes.Did I wish it meant something more than it did? Also yes.Because while this engagement of ours might be fake, my feeling for him weren't.But how was I supposed to tell him as much when there was another girl in the picture?And that girl wasn't me.So, what am I supposed to do when I want to transform a fake engagement into a real one?And would Gayle ever see me as more than the girl next door?

I should've never agreed to being his fake fiancée...Jace Walker aka JK aka Mr. Smirky Pants.The rich prick asked me to be his fiancée, so he could save his inheritance. If I agreed, he'd deposit a million dollars in my bank account, no questions asked.I should have turned him down and walked away... should've!Sadly, I needed the money to save my floundering start-up, and to put my sister through college.Besides, the rules were pretty simple: Love, kisses, and sleeping with each other... not on the table, not unless I initiated it.As if?I hated him, I loathed him. No way was I going to fall for the most notorious playboy of the Valley, right?I definitely didn't need to think twice about this, I signed. Guess what happened next? Yeah... no!We barely lasted the flight on his private jet across the pond, failed to convince his family... oh! Did I mention I got drunk and swam naked in front of them,...