Previously named Bilionaires Aren't Black All I can focus on is the blood beating harshly in my temples as I pull her closer to me, trying to figure out the enigma next to me, currently snuggling up to my chest, and slowly but surely weaving her path in my heart. *** Twenty-six year old Camelia Greyson, vice president of Pastel Dreams Hotels, hasn't got a damn clue why suddenly an engagement ring popped on her finger. She doesn't need anybody and nobody needs her. And with the ring comes 6 feet of a dirty blonde idiot who might just change the way she sees the world. It all comes with an agreement both of them can't refuse.