Sansa: I put my life as an escort behind me, or so I thought. It’s a good job for some girls, but I decided I wanted to move on because the situation had become relentless. The problem? A handsome billionaire needs a fake fiancée, and he thinks that *I’m* the perfect match.
Brent: I need a pretend bride, and what better woman than a professional? I figure a working girl will understand what I need, and best of all, she’ll leave once it’s done, no fuss and no muss. But then I meet Sansa. The curvy girl swears up and down that she can handle it, but what happens when *I’m* the one who has a change of heart? Suddenly I want my fake bride to be a real one … and Sansa can’t say no because she’s already got my baby in her belly!