THREE MONTHS. IT WAS ONLY FOR THREE MONTHS. My plan was set in motion. I was finally moving from Miami to New York to pursue my lifelong dream of attending Parsons School of Design. On the way, I never expected to meet a man and receive an email that would alter my plans and change the course of my life forever. Max Hamilton was a twenty-five-year-old, panty-melting, rich playboy who was being groomed to take over Hamilton Securities. He told me it would only be for three months. His proposed deal was that I had to pose as his fiancée until his twenty-sixth birthday so he could collect his trust fund. I’d help him, and in return, he’d help me achieve my dream of attending Parsons. It was a win-win situation, right? WRONG. Falling in love was never part of the deal and neither was the secret Max could never find out about.