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I need a wife. She needs money. It’s a gamble, but one month will solve both our problems.
Unimpressed with my billionaire playboy ways, my father has given me an ultimatum — settle down and get married before the investors’ meeting of Gaston Pharmaceuticals, or I’m out the door. Yeah… he’s a dick but he holds my future in his hands, so I need to play nice, for a while.
One problem is that the meeting is only a month from now. The second problem is that I’ve never dated a girl I liked well enough to spend an entire night with, let alone a month. So my best friend and I process my dilemma the best way we know how — by getting mind-blowingly drunk.
And just like that, I wake up in Vegas with an epic hangover… and a wife.
A beautiful wife. A fun wife. A caring and creative wife.
Now, all I have to do is convince her to stay married to me. I make her a promise. In four short weeks, we’ll quietly annul this farce and go our separate ways. I’ll get my life back. She’ll get hers plus some cash.
There’s just one little complication. I think I’m falling for her. As luck would have it, she hates my guts.
This is a Full-Length STANDALONE billionaire romance novel with an HEA and NO CLIFFHANGER.
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The lights in the club were too bright, and the music blasted the hell out of my ears. The bass vibrated through my chest as I cursed my current location. Cursed my friend. Cursed myself.
And I didn’t even know why I was here.
Of all the times I’d been inside the Vegas Sunshine, this was the worst. It was late on a Thursday night, and I’d allowed Brandon to drag me to the outskirts of Las Vegas to pick up women. This wasn’t unusual for either of us. Our weekends began on Thursday nights, and we almost always found ourselves in some club, hitting on any available woman who passed by. I’d always enjoyed myself before. What wasn’t to like? Good music. Great drinks. Gorgeous women. It was everything I wanted.
Until it wasn’t.
I didn’t know why it happened, but something clicked inside me that night. As I sat across from Brandon at our usual table, my mind drifted. I stared in the direction of the dance floor, but I wasn’t really looking. Plenty of attractive women spread out before me like a delicious, sex-inspired buffet, but I didn’t see any of them.
Instead, I thought about my life and the path I was on. I thought about my family and my obligations. I thought about my father’s company. I thought about the things I wanted for myself, and none of those things could be found inside the Vegas Sunshine.
“Those two,” Brandon said, pointing across the room. I followed his finger, and my eyes fell on two blonde women leaning against the bar. Their heads were together as they whispered to each other. They were beautiful, their bodies spectacular. Both wore tight dresses that left nothing to the imagination. On any other night, I would have flown out of my seat to talk to them.
“What about them?” I picked up my glass of bourbon and took a sip.
“That’s them,” Brandon said. “Tonight’s conquests.”
I scoffed at the old-fashioned label. “Conquests?”
“Yes. Conquests. I’m thinking the wife story this time. Thoughts?”
“That again?” I rolled my eyes. “Brandon, our money can get us any girl we want.”
It was true. Between the two of us, Brandon and I were insanely wealthy. There wasn’t a woman alive who could reject our advances once they realized the depth of our bank accounts. It was shallow. Totally materialistic. But in my experience, following the money was lucrative for them.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Brandon asked with a chuckle. “I need some excitement in my life. Frankly, so do you.”
I shot him a look. “I have excitement. Plenty of it.”
“Really?” Brandon scoffed. “Like what?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I couldn’t argue with Brandon’s logic. Lately, I’d been a shut-in. While Brandon and I were notorious for hitting the town multiple nights a week, the past couple of months had been anything but interesting.
When I didn’t answer, Brandon shook his head and downed his drink in one gulp. He set his glass on the table and turned to face me with a serious expression. “Ever since you joined that crazy father-son program, you’ve been a total bore.
“Big Brother program,” I corrected automatically. “You know what it is.”
“Yes,” he admitted with a dismissive wave of his hand. “What I don’t know is why you’re wasting your time with it. As your best friend, it’s my job to lighten you up from time to time. I’m just doing my duty here.”
I took another swallow. “I see, and getting me laid is your duty?”
“Absolutely,” Brandon said with a wink, then stood up and hurried across the room before I could stop him. Tossing back another drink, I watched him cut through the crowd until he reached the two blondes by the bar. They hadn’t moved, and when Brandon approached them, they both turned a sexy smile on him. Even from across the club, I could see the telltale signs of a hot flirtation beginning to emerge.
I sat back in my seat and sighed. Brandon wasn’t wrong. About two months earlier, I joined the Big Brother program in Nevada, which meant I was spending a lot of time at the youth center. I had yet to be paired with a specific kid, but I was enjoying the training and meeting many of the program’s members. It wouldn’t be long before I was assigned my own little brother, and when that happened, I knew Brandon’s irritation with me would only grow.
Brandon saw my venture into big brotherhood as a colossal waste of time, but I’d been drawn to doing it. My entire childhood was spent alone. My parents weren’t bad parents. They never beat me or were neglectful. In fact, as a child, I didn’t want for anything except their time and attention. Becoming a big brother was my way of giving support to kids who might not have it at home. When I thought back to my own time as a kid, I only wished for one thing — someone to give me their time. I wanted to be that someone for another kid.