After I received my cheating ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation--to my sister--I lost it.

When the tall, super gorgeous man with the sexy accent -- whose Ferrari I just f%$!#d up -- asks me to accompany him to France as his faux fiancée, 

I declined... rightfully so.

Who the hell does he think he is, walking into my apartment uninvited and ordering me around?

But then he threatens to call the police.

My momentary lapse in judgement could cost me my freedom and my savings. I have huge plans for the next few years and my nest egg -- going to jail was not part of the agenda.

With no other choice, I agree to his arrangement.

But that didn’t mean I would pretend to be a loving fiancée.

That was my begrudged plan until that first faux kiss...