I can't stand my brother's best friend.

Not only is he always around, but he's the hottest and cockiest guy I've ever met.

One night in Vegas later and the next thing I know, he's also my husband.

I may not have a lot of things figured out in life, but I do know that getting him to sign those papers before anyone in my family or his learns our secret, is at the top of my list. Of course, he says no when I ask him. He loves to drive me insane.

Now, I don't know why he won't give me what I want, but the moment a pipe bursts in my brother's basement where I'd been staying, Beck Robertson is there to save the day with a spare room for the taking.

Ignore the fact his house is my dream home, or that he likes routine as much as I do, or that he hates wearing shirts inside, or that he's funny and his smile makes me forget why I don't like him-I have a goal to accomplish.

If I can't get him to sign those papers with my words, becoming the worst roommate of all time is clearly the answer. He can say no all he wants, but he's forgetting one little thing. Failure is not in my vocabulary. Unfortunately for me, it's not in his either.