Playboy Husband

I don’t believe in commitment. I believe in freedom. Fun. The next flight, the next party, the next gorgeous woman who doesn’t ask for forever. So, when my father drops his favorite ultimatum—get married, have a child, and prove I’m worthy of the Westwood empire—I handle it my way. With an ad in the paper. I expect a gold-digger or a lunatic. What I get is… her. Curvy. Stunning. Fierce. The one woman who slipped through my fingers—and left me hungry for more. She wants stability and a partner who won’t let her down. I want a signature, a fake wife, and maybe a few stolen nights to remind us both what we lost. It should be business. It should be convenient. But nothing about her is simple. Her fire matches my recklessness, and her curves undo every ounce of control I pretend to have. And the kid she’s raising? He looks at me like I’ve already been his hero for years. Now I’m playing the part of doting husband in public, kissing her senseless in private, and realizing I might not want to let her go this time. I built my life on being the playboy of the family. But falling for my fake wife? That might be the one game I’ll never walk away from.