This Is On You

Harrison
I’m an almost fifty year old billionaire and a single father who has raised two fully functioning adults. I’ve taken an already successful company and expanded it. I’ve kept generational secrets from the world and even from my kids in order to protect them. I’ve worked a lot, earned a lot, and I’ve sacrificed more than I ever wished to.
And still… five white dinosaurs who shouldn’t even be on my board of directors think they can control me, they think they can pull my strings as if I’m their puppet.
They’re in for a rude awakening.
Instead of letting my impulses rule me, I follow my son’s suggestion, and exposing them as the bigots they are will be a lot more satisfying. If I happen to get a hot hookup with a drop dead gorgeous man out of this mess, well that’s no one's business but ours.

Tristan
I’m very good at my job. I’m proud of what my twin sister and I have built at JPR, and I’m sure we’ll keep growing our company in the next five years, but when Harrison his-middle-name-should-be-f***ing Crawford asks for a consult, you drop everything no matter how successful you are, even if it's a week before Christmas. Because no one is more successful than the unofficial King of Manhattan—he owns most of it after all. I wasn’t prepared for NYC’s most eligible bachelor to ask us to find him a fake boyfriend. What I never could’ve imagined, though, was for my sister—in a sick twist of the Hunger Games—to volunteer me as tribute.