I’m over being in love with my brother’s best friend. And I found the perfect solution for my problem – my arrogant good looking asshole of a neighbor, who calls me princess, and offers me a deal. One more night of looking like a pathetic loser later and I’m engaged to him. The engagement is as fake as my five dollar earrings and I’m certain I won’t catch feelings. Did I mention he’s one of my brother’s friends as well? All I need is a woman for my brother’s wedding, Who would be more fitting than the pretty girl next door that I have on every one of my security screens, the one I’ve been watching for years, the one who likes to scream my name when I take off my belt. She's in love with someone else and I’m too busy to catch feelings, but why does my obsession with her grow with every lie we tell?