Sure, let's create a humble billionaire, who lives in a one bedroom apartment just like us regular folk, cleans his own toilet, owns a cat and rents a Ford to take a drive to the Hamptons. No, really, he's cute. That isn't the problem. 
 This book was 100 pages too long. I really REALLY tried to finish it. I skimmed after hitting a half way mark followed by skiping pages and DNFing at 94%. 
 Cliche overload with a whole bunch of cheese on top. 26 year old sex bomb virgin, stupid misunderstanding that could have been resolved by talking but instead was ended with a breakup of obnoxious proportions, a grand gesture by the hero to get shit fixed... It didn't have a bitchy ex though, so that's a plus! (No, really, the hero was a perfection of a man.) 
 Drawn out descriptions of scenes that added nothing to the book. Let's be honest, I really don't give a shit reading about whether your gay friend co-worker is a top or a bottom. I'm just trying to get to the end to find out how you idiots will finally get back together. 
 I thought this book needed an editor. And if it did have an editor... it needed a better editor. 
 NO, you cannot color your long hair from bright red to blond in a matter of two hours. 
 NO, you cannot talk in full sentences in the middle of your lover having an orgasm from you going down on her. 
 NO, you cannot stretch your hamstring by pulling your heel to your ass *eye roll* 
 NO, you cannot sing with a British accent. 
 NO, you cannot zoom in on details like WRITING on a fucking piece of paper through the security camera. It's not an FBI building ffs. 
 I felt like an idiot reading this book. I don't think I can really recommend it. It would have been a 3 star read if it was much shorter and without the juvenile drama.