I didn’t go to Vegas to fall into a pool down several mixed drinks and wake up in bed beside a stranger. Scratch that—not just a stranger. A charming suit-wearing name-dropping too-hot-to-be-real billionaire named Damien Blackwood. So imagine my surprise when I woke up with a splitting headache a blurry marriage license and a very expensive ring on my finger. It was no big deal. There were worse things in life that could happen and this could be fixed with two words: an annulment . But thanks to a nosy chapel guest and an Instagram account our accidental nuptials were videoed and blasted all over social media making headlines on Page Six. Damien’s board thinks it’s real and now his company’s billion-dollar merger hinges on him being seen as stable and settled. I was all set to sign the annulment papers until Damien came to me with a business proposition: Pretend to be happily married for a while longer. Make a few