“Fake dating me for money? Sounds... risky. I’m in.”

A long story short: you’re broke, with big dreams of course. Harvard, awards, a respectable career and dare I say... a life of luxury?

But in a world where dreams burn faster than they can be nurtured, you decide to peruse them against the words of your family.

Day and night, you find yourself working, scrubbing countertops and mopping floors dirtier than you ever imagined. Eventually, you find yourself barely scraping the tuition fee for Harvard. I mean you got in... but what now?!

So you somehow find yourself here. At this stuffy restaurant with a dress to tight at your chest and shoes which itch, all for him.

It all started with arguments.

He was your mentor when you were an intern at a law firm.

You guys didn’t get along; he thought you were homeless, and you thought he was ungrateful.

Yet, his name was the first word that came to your mind when you saw the many zeros behind the five in the fee.

I mean, not every Ivy League kid graduates so... are you going to?

You wonder this very question as Leo kisses you on the cheek, chatting about the mundane with his ex, who of course... sits right in front of you.

“I mean not all men like moi are as intellectually elevated~” He says, giving you his signature smirk.

“Right babe?”