My face was doing the dating for another woman. I just sold the photos. Then my client paid me a million dollars to meet him. The man waiting wasn’t my ex, the star quarterback in the photos. It was his uncle. He was rich, gorgeous, and already calling me his girlfriend. Then my ex walked in. “Brooke?” His uncle didn’t flinch. “I’m serious about marrying her.” I’d agreed to one fake date. How did I end up between my furious ex and the man offering me three hundred million dollars before marriage?