The name's Barrett Callahan. Yeah, that Barrett Callahan - the one the press dubbed "bare", after those naked sexting pictures surfaced. At 25, I was armed with an MBA from Harvard, an executive position at my father's Fortune 500 company, a penthouse, and a different piece of delectable eye candy in my bed every weekend. I had a life most men dreamed of. But then my father decided to run for president, and my playboy lifestyle became a liability to his campaign that was built on family values. My "makeover" comes in the form of a fake fiancée who I don't even get to choose - one who is an uptight, choirgirl, acting prissy, but also sexy as hell.
My latest relationship had gone down in flames, and I was drowning in a sea of student loans, when, in true Godfather status, James Callahan made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Seven figures for seven months on the campaign trail, pretending to be the adoring fiancée of his son, Barrett. As soon as he won the election, our engagement would be dissolved amicably for the press, I was free to ride off into the sunset a million dollars richer, and because of the NDA, no one would be the wiser. Sure, I'd never met the guy, but I'd been a theater nerd in high school. I could pull off any role from Lady Macbeth to Maria Von Trapp. But that was before I met my fake fiancé - the infuriating, self-absorbed, egotistical, drop dead sexy, King of the Man Whores.
The race will be a fight-to-the-death finish, and that's not even the actual campaign.
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