Fake Silver Fox Billionaire

What can be worse than losing your V-card to your brother’s BFF? Pretending to be his fake fiancée. We both knew “us” was not in our cards, although he’s been my secret crush forever. I’m struck by the proposal to be his fiancée, which was no drunken ramble. We both had reasons for this charade to work. Remy seeks freedom from his mother's pressure, while I aim for recognition as an aspiring actress. Before I knew it, I signed on the dotted line and got engaged to a billionaire socialite. The performance of a lifetime becomes challenging when feelings come flooding. It’s deep and intense, swallowing all of me. He’s rough and ready; those tattoos still do it for me. He spears me with his velvety fingers and whips the air out of my lungs. I’m dizzy and breathless, and I want more. I’m on the verge of unleashing a deep-seated addiction to this man. His mom isn’t buying it, and his three-year-old son is getting closer to me.
How far is too far? Shall I bail on the deal or risk it all for a wild leap of love?