Ergebnis für "Jolie Day" in Liebeskomödie

I never thought I’d see her again—the woman I left behind at the motel after our one-night stand. So, when she walks into my office as my new assistant, I’m in for a shock. But that’s just the beginning. I come home to find her with suitcases, stranded and nowhere to stay. Sure, I could turn her away, but my nosy aunt is visiting, and she’s itching to meet my nonexistent spouse. My assistant is ready to join the madness of pretending to be my loving wife.

It was supposed to be a normal blind date–awkward, nerve-wracking, uneventful. But I walked up to the wrong guy: The hottest, sexiest, richest doctor in all of New York: Dr. Dillan Maxwell. My first crush and first kiss. Hours later, the doctor is in! (Talk about opening wide and saying, “ahhh.”) Then, he’s gone. For him, it was just a one-time thing—a wham, bam, thank you ma’am. But he left me with a parting gift: A pregnancy. Nine months later, it’s time to deliver my bundle of joy, my contractions only minutes apart. Who walks in as my OBGYN?

She’s my best friend’s sister, and I’m her new boss. There are three things I expect from a good assistant: Punctuality, honesty, and trustworthiness. She says she’s all that. Despite my reservations, I decide to give her a shot. To my surprise, she follows my every command.

He’s the devil himself: Damon Copeland (he practically carries a pitchfork), fiery-hot, a torturously sexy body, and a killer smile (if he ever smiled). He’s also the top dog at my father’s company and my brother’s best friend. Oh, and someone I accidentally slept with. In my defense, that was before I knew who he was and before he hired me. Now, my one-night stand has turned into my boss. What’s worse, he’s Mr. Bosshole Superior: brutish, broody, and impatient. He’s also 6’4". And I’m pretty sure he hates me. But it’s not as if I planned any of this.

Marrying my childhood bully? Monumental mistake. He called me “Goody-Goody.” He called me “Nosy-Josie.” He called me other things while he pulled my pigtails. Two decades later, I’m shocked to find my name on his grandmother’s will. We’re set to inherit a fortune, split 50-50. The catch? We have to tie the knot. We have to live in her tiny NYC apartment (with just one bed). We have to keep up the fake marriage for one month.

I just moved in with my billionaire best friend (and secret crush), Oliver Humphries. He’s the all-star. The jock. The golden boy. And I’m no match. I’m the nerdy, frizzy-haired, not-so-skinny friend. The moment I met him at 14, I was in L-O-V-E. I’m under no illusion I stand a chance. Living with him? Not a problem.

He’s the man I absolutely hate. Why? He took my v-card. He left me in a hotel room. Alone. Four years later...He’s a billionaire consultant, the No. one in NY City. (So much for karma!) A demanding, bossy jerk who’s cocky AF - and still panty-melting hot (See? No karma at all!). I should resist him. I shouldn’t let him tempt me. Then, he says we’re more than friends, and I feel myself melt. It turns out, even a man like him has a heart. It’s unfortunate that we can’t be together. Because he can never find out...He’s the father of my child.