One fake fiancé, one drunken night in Vegas, and a marriage certificate I didn't see coming. Now I have to decide if I ever want a divorce.

I might be one of the Redwood billionaire brothers but that doesn't mean my family defines me. Hell no!

Instead of continuing in my brothers' tradition, I chose to be a helicopter pilot for the U.S. Coast Guard. Call me the black sheep of the family - that's certainly what I am according to my parents. But I wouldn't change it for anything. Besides, I get to spend my days with the smartest, funniest woman in the world.

Daphne. My colleague. My good friend. My partner in crime, some may say.

And that's it. I would never dare to invite her on a date. That would be like going out with your sister, right?

Until...

The annual Redwood charity event in Vegas takes place in two weeks and my mother is on my case to find a nice woman, settle down...you know the drill.

But I know what to do: I'll bring a fake fiancé to the event and make fun of my mother until she finally realizes she needs to stop sticking her nose into my love life. But who would want to pretend to be my fiancé? Only one name comes to mind.

So I turn to Daphne to help me pull off this prank. Besides, she owes me a favor. I'll cover all the expenses, she gets a nice weekend away, we'll hit the strip... What could possibly go wrong?

I wake up with a throbbing headache to Daphne screaming next to me. We are both in the same bed. Naked. We stare at each other in horror. Did we just...?

She waves some paper in front of me. A marriage certificate?

Looks like my prank just backfired. Big time.

Sure, we're going to sort this out. We'll get a divorce. But...do I really want it?