He was my first kiss. My first boyfriend. And my first heartbreak. I should've known better than to fall for the bad boy. Now, 7 years later, this bad boy needs a good wife to close a business deal. He says he'll make it worth my while. Yeah, I remember that big, thick... ego. This is supposed to be just pretend, so why do I want us to go all the way? Everyone knows who Zeke Harris is. A modern rags-to-riches success story, he built a billion-dollar business empire from nothing. Tall, dark, and panty-meltingly gorgeous, he's also the most eligible bachelor in the city. At least that's what the magazines say. To me, Zeke Harris is the bad boy who used to sneak into my bedroom when my parents were away. He reminds me of late nights, youthful excitement, and new, sinful sensations. Time and distance tore our young love apart, but now he's back. And he needs me--to be his wife. Yes, Zeke Harris wants me to marry him. But it's only for the sake of his business. In exchange, he'll give me one million dollars. There's another million in it if I'll also have his baby. I should tell him to buzz off, right? This is crazy. But I do need the money, and I've never been good at saying no to Zeke... So I accept his offer. I'll marry him and play house with him. But I am not giving him a second chance. This fake marriage is not about that. But then he leans me down on his strong arms and kisses me, and all the feelings I've ever had for him come rushing back. I should've known I can't just pretend--not with Zeke.