I was pretty sure I was done for when my already crappy week got worse after I crashed into some hot shot's shiny BMW. Except the hot shot turned out to be the most gorgeous man I have ever met. And instead of calling the cops, he invites me over to his place to "work it out". So, now here I am sitting in his dinning room, having just received the wildest proposal of my life. Is this really happening? Am I considering accepting the billionaire's proposal? Any sane person would tell me to walk away, but there's something about this sexy stranger pulling me in. I've been in search for something to get the fires burning, and I think Justin Bieber may just be that something.