Penelope, I know that it’s three o’clock in the morning, but I have to get this off my chest. I can't give you any more advice on landing this other guy, can't tell you another "sexy" thing that you should do, or suggest a new set of filthy words that you should text him late at night. As your best friend, I've reached my limit, and I can honestly say that he doesn't deserve you. I'm not saying all of this because I'm f-cking jealous, or because he had the audacity to say that he makes more money than me. (I still can't find his name on the Forbes 500 list, and I know damn well that he's renting that Ferrari, but that's a story for a different day.) He's not who you think he is, and the better man has always been right in front of you... You have every reason to never give me a chance since you know me better than anyone, and you agree with all the tabloids calling me "The Cocky King of New York," and the "Untamed Playboy of Manhattan." But I honestly believe that you're better off with someone else, and I need you to see. I'm not asking for too much...I just want you to break up with him, for me.

(Alternate cover edition of ASIN B0CBVZ83WB.) Please leave your message at the sound of the beep… Tatiana, it’s currently four o’clock in the morning, and I can’t sleep because I’m drunk and wide-awake thinking about you. How I was almost yours, and you were almost mine... My life is currently in shambles, and my entire fighting career is hanging in the balance. So, I have to make some huge changes. Since you still owe me that favor from years ago, I need to cash it in now. I need you to pretend to be my fiancé for ninety days. Just ninety days. We don’t have to talk behind closed doors and we don’t have to try to be friends again. We don’t even have to kiss—even though I can guarantee no man has ever kissed you better… I can promise that we won’t touch either. Although the last time we ran into each other, you looked like you wanted me all over again. (Don’t deny it.) Anyway, I’m just cashing in that delayed “I.O.U.” that you swore would “never be too late to redeem.” I’m not asking for much. I just want you to pretend it’s real, for me .