Welcome to the world of Evan Radley. After being shot in the rear-end by cupid, he vows never to fall in love again. But a certain cute little thing with skin darker than him caught his eyes....and my oh my...what a mess they made that she ran away. Now Years later after picking up the pieces he best knew how to, he reverts back to being America's Billionaire Bachelor playboy. There's only one problem, he's married. So how can he possibly be a playboy bachelor when he's married? Cara Radley, the wife of the man who wears a ring but sleeps with every little long legged women, has been around from the beginning. She has waited her time for him to settle and her dream came through when he married her. Sadly, she loves him and will do anything for him not to ruin her lipstick and not mascara. The question is, how far will she go? He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not That's a question only Evan can answer. So sit back and enjoy the ride

Rylie's breath catches in her throat. Moving closer on the bed she wants to touch, she wants to caress the smattering of fine hair across his chest. As the covers slip further down her eyes are stuck on his well-defined abs. Really...she was hugged up against all of this last night and she was passed out? She's frustrated with herself if she hadn't got drunk at that place she would have no reason to be here so affected by him. Now that she's seen him like this how can she erase the images from her mind? Her fingers dance upon his skin she takes the opportunity to touch every muscle she's afforded under the guise of waking him. She calls his name several times her hands are pulling on his powerful arms. He stirs again finally opening his eyes seeing her. Lifting his head to look at her sleepily he grabs another pillow throwing it over his head attempting to block the sight and sound of her out. "Chace, wake up. I need some aspirin for my head, I don't know where they are?" She shoves him still complaining. "On the table." He irritably mumbles the pillow still covering his head. "Where?" She says with a frown leaning down trying to hear what he says. He removes the pillow from over his head turning over to face her. "Either get off my bed or take off my shirt and crawl in, I'm not in a mood to compromise." He says with a desirous look. She scrambles quickly off the bed not sure what to make of his comment and already feeling her own attraction. "You know the gentlemanly thing to do would have been for you to take me home." She fumes at him angered that he removed her dress and she doesn't know what else he did. He takes another pillow propping it behind his head looking at her standing near the bed, "I'm no gentlemen. The lady-like thing you should have done is not get drunk or even be in a place like that." "A place like that, whoa.....you were there to Chace Braxton, Mr. CEO." She remarks.