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“Say yes, Amelia. Please do this with me.” Say yes? How does a woman ever say no to him? Especially when he stares at them like that? Before I can answer, Oliver drops down onto one knee, that mammoth diamond raised in the air. “Amelia, I-don’t-know-your-middle-name Atkins, will you make me the happiest man on the planet and agree to be my fake fiancée?” An incredulous laugh bursts from my chest, but also—and I know this is stupid—I start to get choked up. Because no one has ever proposed to me, fake or otherwise. And they sure as hell haven’t stared up into my eyes the way he’s staring into mine. Like he means it. Like it’s somehow sincere even when we both know it’s anything but. My hand hits my chest as I try to suck in air. My face is heating up by the second and something about that makes an irresistible smile spring to Oliver’s lips. “God, you’re sweet,” he says. “Come on. Don’t leave a man hanging on one knee.” Oh hell. It’s only for tonight. Just a few hours, like he said. What’s the worst that could happen? Read this billionaire, fake engagement romance FREE in Kindle Unlimited today!