A San Francisco boy.
Famous actor and model.
Renowned playboy.
Damaged lover.
And a heartless robot.

He needs to fix his reputation.  I need money for my sister's treatment.

Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred.

Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot.  Untouchable.  Emotionless.  The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen.

He doesn't do love.  He can never say the words.  Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend.  

But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know.  Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart.  And that's the last place I want him to be.    

We made an arrangement.  We agreed to a contract.  No sex.  No love.  No relationship.

Can I unfold him?  Can I make this real?  Can I make him find his heart?

But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

The Actor's Contract

Brian: I need to tell you something. Bring Mel. Meet me now on the second floor of the Pier 39 parking lot. It’s urgent. 


I reread the message and then look over my phone where Mel is hugging the toilet, puking her guts out. I haven’t told her about the message yet. There’s no way she’s going to be able to accompany me in this condition. 


But I’m not going alone. I do a quick recon as to who is currently in San Francisco: Noah is at the hospital with Leyla and Axel are looking after Grimms. Kiara is at the university. Jackson is helping his twin (whom I can’t call) out at Inferno. That leaves Lee. 


Most important person