A fake marriage with the billionaire next door seems simple. What's complicated is finding out I'm having his baby. My inheritance comes with a cruel ultimatum - get a husband by my 25th birthday or lose everything.Enter my billionaire next-door neighbor and (until now) strictly platonic best friend.His a temporary fake marriage.I get my inheritance and he gets to feel like a hero. Perfect.Except living under the same roof with those steely blue eyes and chiseled abs that melt panties is doing a number on our and "just friends and " policy. Fake kisses feel real, and late-night talks turn into stolen moments that leave me breathless.The lines blur, friendship morphing into something hotter, and definitely forbidden.He's soon warming my heart and my bed.It's a delicious danger, a fast burn that threatens to consume everything.But our deal has an expiration date. One year, and our fake marriage is supposed to end.Now, two pink lines might change everything.