I’m fake-dating the grumpiest Billionaire to ever manspread at my bar.
Zoltan Boros: Dangerously attractive tech billionaire, single dad, living proof that brooding and bossy don’t cancel out.
A widower with a daughter who hasn’t trusted anyone since her mother died.
He’s off-limits in ways I could write a thesis on. So, naturally, I became his daughter’s emergency backup nanny—pure desperation, not destiny.
It was meant to be temporary, then I moved into his orbit: afternoons in his smart-wired townhouse, his daughter’s smile, his haunting scent.
We fight over kid activities, trading sparks for rules.
Then the world’s coldest fake-dating deal lands—a gala, big money, zero feelings.
But next thing I know, hands on skin, mouth on mouth—I forget which parts are pretend.
Somewhere between staged kisses and midnight confessions, I fall—hard.
Then his COO exposes everything: the surveillance, the lies, the contract that says “simulated relationship.”
I’m about to find out if I’ve given my heart to the one man programmed to break it.
