Boyfriend of the Hour: A Belmont Billionaire Romance

Nathan Hunt needs a girlfriend. Specifically a fake one.

Yes, the shy, grumpy twin of Henry Cavill who sits at the end of my bar needs to convince his absurdly rich family that he's actually capable of a normal social life.

And he's willing to pay a professional to fill that role.

Who happens to be me.

It helps that I'm just desperate enough to need the cash and not ask any questions.

I'm the obvious choice: Joni Zola, former dancer and forever flirt.

Never too serious. Always a good time.

On its surface, the plan is simple.

First, tell everyone we're roommates.

Then move on to lovers.

His family will leave him alone, and I'll have a free place to stay and a full bank account.

Easy, right?

But as our scheme progresses, the lines blur.

Soon casual PDA turns into sharing a bed at night.

On the outside, Nathan Hunt is just my next boyfriend of the hour.

But what if secretly, I might want him forever?

If we can keep things professional, this just might work.

I can forget that kiss if he can.