Down on Luck

There's nothing more embarrassing than meeting a hot guy while you're waiting to see a therapist.

Except for when your cheating douche bag of an ex and your step sister - who are the very reason you're needing a therapist - walk in!

And then just imagine they announce that they're there for pre-marital counseling because they're engaged!

But when I was mortified by this very prospect, the handsome stranger stepped in to rescue me by pretending to be my fiance.

There's no way this amazingly attractive, charming, talented, rich, older man with the stunningly enthralling Irish accent could actually be with me for real, right?

I start to think maybe we both want that, but then I wonder about any skeletons he's got hidden in the dark closet of his past.



Will real life separate us or will we conquer it together for our own happily, and luckily, ever after?