Chloe: I didn’t even want to go to this New Year’s Eve party. But there I was, decked out in a borrowed dress, trying to avoid a stranger who’d set his eyes on me the moment I walked into the room. In an effort to escape, I ran into the arms of the most handsome man I’d ever seen in real life. And from the moment our gazes locked, I knew I’d never been the same. Oliver: I mean, what man doesn’t want to be the hero of a gorgeous woman? When Chloe threw herself at me, begging me to pretend we were together, I immediately wondered who was pretending. I didn’t know who she was, or what she was doing at my party, but I knew without a doubt that she belonged to me. Now I just have to convince her.