—Hannah Jane—
I loved being a wedding planner. I hated the best man. Babysitting a billionaire at my best friend’s wedding was the last thing I wanted to do. Especially after he broke into my office, helped himself to my champagne, and proposed the most ridiculous deal possible.
—Isaac—
Marriage was for suckers and love made you weak. At least the wedding cake at my best friend’s nuptials was good and the wedding planner was hot. One too many glasses of champagne, and I presented her with a deal: one epic night with no strings attached. Fair, square, and no awkward morning after. What could possibly go wrong?
