Dr. Fake Fiance

What's a heartbroken American to do when she's in London trying to get over her ex? Find herself a fake fiancé. Obviously.

I'm walking past Big Ben, trying to get over the world's worst break up, when I slam into a hot hunk of British man.

And pour scorching hot coffee all over him.

My caffeine casualty not only forgives me for ruining his shirt, but when I ramble on about needing to distract the press from my recent heartbreak, he agrees to be my pretend prince charming faster than you can s...