philophobia; (n) the abnormal, persistent and unwarranted fear of falling in love or emotion attachment.

"I want you to be my fake girlfriend." Ethan said. "No" I said and rolled my eyes. "I'm not getting Involved in your stupid boy problems" I said. "I'll do anything please." Ethan begged. I sighed and looked around. "Only for a week."

"Go away." I murmured. "What was that?" he mocked. Staring deep into my eyes, he took another step closer. "W-what are you doing?" I stuttered, I was trapped while he knew his every step. "Can you please just put on a shirt?" "Do you really want me to?" he smirked. "Uh-I.." I couldn't think straight, he closed the gap between us until we were pressed together. "I don't think you really do, love." he whispered in my ear as he trailed kisses from my ear down my jaw. I closed my eyes, unable to resist anymore. "You won't win. Not at this, I won't let you." I struggled to say. "The thing is, I don't lose to anybody, not even you." his eyes blazed. Well, we'll see about that Grayson

He was given money to protect her from her brutal boyfriend. But when they fall in love with each other, who's going to protect her now?