A f-fake boyfriend?

A f-fake boyfriend? For a few days? My mom has been on my case about getting married and now she's demanding I bring a boyfriend to her birthday. I've never even been in a relationship—where am I supposed to find one? You dress like you just rolled out of a dumpster but your face is actually decent. Get you cleaned up a little, you could probably pull it off. So, what do you think? Feel like being my boyfriend for a few days? I—I—I— Oh, and I'll pay you, actually pay you—think of it as a job. Two hundred bucks a day, fourteen hundred for the week. Deal? That actually sounds like a pretty good deal. You bet it is. Come home with me—good food, good drinks, and you're coming out ahead. Easy money. Well... hard to argue with that. Deal. Great. Tomorrow's my mom's fiftieth. Let's get you washed up, grab some new clothes, and pick up a gift on the way. Sounds good. Let's go. You clean up nice. So... How about a kiss? Hm? W-what are you talking about? We're just pretending, remember? Who says we can't make it real? No way. The man I want is someone like the Chairman of A** a brilliant young genius who got into a top university at eighteen, launched his own car company at twenty-two, and took it public by twenty-five. They call him the Racing God worldwide. That's my dream guy. My Prince Charming. So she's a fan and she's got a crush on me. Interesting. Fine. If you're holding out for some billionaire... Fine. If you're holding out for some billionaire, I can't compete with that. We'll stick to pretending. Just don't get any ideas. Otherwise, the deal's off. Okay okay. Holding hands is still on the table, right? Fine. I'm going out to pick up a gift. Can't show up empty-handed on Mom's birthday. Have a five-million-dollar gift prepared in A**. Have it delivered to the Tanners tomorrow. Yes sir. Be charming when you meet my parents. And don't tell them I found you begging. Let's see. Say your dad owns a company, you're starting your own business, and you make a couple hundred grand a year. You really want me to lie? Who cares? We'll break up right after the party. No one will ever know. My mom's all about appearances. Let her enjoy it. All right, then. I'll send you ten grand now. Send it to my mom when we get there. Got it. Gifts received! Eight hundred from Wyatt on behalf of Mr. Dawson! Two thousand from Doug Reynolds! Fifty thousand from Brett Miller! Fifty thousand?! Fifty thousand dollars?! That's insane! Aww, there's my boy! You made it! I wouldn't miss your fiftieth birthday. Oh, what a sweetheart. Haven't Jade and Ivy gotten here yet? Oh, Ivy... Mom, I'm home! There's my girl! Who's this? Mom this is my boyfriend Logan. And Logan this is my mom. Nice to meet you Mrs. Tanner. I brought you a little something. Oh wonderful wonderful! Deborah hit the jackpot. Look at that future son-in-law. Handsome clean-cut and sharp. You can just tell he's a city boy. Yeah. Born and raised in the city. Oh my a city boy! I bet your family's doing real well for themselves. So what do your folks do? Ma'am my dad owns his own factory. Mom doesn't have to work. She mostly shops and plays cards with her friends. Oh wow! Shopping and playing cards all day? Now that's the life I've always dreamed of. Deborah, with a future son-in-law like this, you'll be living that life yourself soon enough. Don't forget about us when you strike it rich, Deb! Of course not! When I strike it rich, I won't forget any of you. Come sit down sweetheart. Let me get you a drink. Wait. Deb, aren't you forgetting something? Me? What did I forget? You promised me! You said Ivy would marry me when she grew up. Remember?