Me and my dirty, tough female besties were stripping it down at The Steamy Clam!
I knew that my side hustle as a stripper would pay my bills, but who would have thought the pole life would lead to a proposal?
A fake one anyway …
Then again, I knew divine intervention when I saw it.
And that fake relationship might be the realest thing I’d ever felt.
I was minding my business, slaying my goals, living my best life with my girl gang—on my own terms. Love was the last thing on my mind. Marriage just wasn’t in the cards for me. I never considered myself wifey material.
Staying at home, baking cookies and washing laundry?
Then, Weston, with his big heart and bushy beard, snuck his way into my feelings. His family was prim and perfect, and my edgy attitude and I were not.
He needed a fiancée to secure his place in the family business, and I needed cash to pay off my debts from a string of mooching exes.
This crazy lie was a win-win for both of us. How could I say no?