It was a mistake to sleep with him.
So why did I let him put a ring on it?

This fake marriage is supposed to solve some real problems.
It’ll clean his bad boy image.
Leave me filthy rich.
Get him some kick-ass publicity.
Jax is a hot lead singer.
A notorious playboy who has women throwing themselves at him.
Every girl desires to climb into his bed.
I’ve done that already.
Now I want more.
More than his lust and his money.
I want his heart.
Because he has mine.
I think I’m being too greedy.
Will this playboy want to play exclusively with me?