I need a wife. She needs money. It’s a gamble, but one month will solve both our problems.
Unimpressed with my billionaire playboy ways, my father has given me an ultimatum — settle down and get married before the investors’ meeting of Gaston Pharmaceuticals, or I’m out the door. Yeah… he’s a dick but he holds my future in his hands, so I need to play nice, for a while.
One problem is that the meeting is only a month from now. The second problem is that I’ve never dated a girl I liked well enough to spend an entire night with, let alone a month. So my best friend and I process my dilemma the best way we know how — by getting mind-blowingly drunk.
And just like that, I wake up in Vegas with an epic hangover… and a wife.
A beautiful wife. A fun wife. A caring and creative wife.
Now, all I have to do is convince her to stay married to me. I make her a promise. In four short weeks, we’ll quietly annul this farce and go our separate ways. I’ll get my life back. She’ll get hers plus some cash.
There’s just one little complication. I think I’m falling for her. As luck would have it, she hates my guts.