Single and Sassy in the City

I just announced my engagement to a hot billionaire.

Yes, you read that right. A billionaire. And it was announced in the New York Frigging Times.

My family is ecstatic and already celebrating. Only they don't know the truth.

My engagement is faker than my Chanel handbag. My fake fiancé, Jackson Pruitt, is paying me to pretend to be in love with him so he can inherit his family's company. How cliché!

My parents are planning free trips to Fiji. I'm counting down the days to end this thing.

They don't know he's the same man I had a one-night stand with. Or the man who was super annoyed when Lenny at the bodega gave me his number. And promptly left me tied up to a bed for five hours. How rude!

Now, Jackson and I are headed to the Hamptons to convince his family our love is for real. Only I want to gag.

If the hallway bathroom incident is anything to go by, he's not going to make this easy on me. I'm still blushing redder than a beetroot at the sounds all one hundred guests heard.

But believe you me, I'm going to have the last laugh. Jackson Pruitt and I may not be in love, but will I make him go down.