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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter 1: Best Foot Forward

  Chapter 2: More Trouble than She’s Worth

  Chapter 3: The Life of an Intern

  Chapter 4: Business as Usual

  Chapter 5: Business Trip

  Chapter 6: Storm Clouds

  Chapter 7: Distractions

  Chapter 8: Revelations

  Chapter 9: Potential

  Chapter 10: Leap of Faith

  Chapter 11: Kiss the Cook

  Chapter 12: Calgary Enterprises

  Chapter 13: Facing the Storm

  Chapter 14: Missed Calls

  Chapter 15: Shattered Pieces

  Chapter 16: Redo

  Chapter 17: Small Promises with Big Consequences

  Chapter 18: The Auction

  Chapter 19: Business Games

  Chapter 20: Cutting Losses and New Beginnings

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée

  A Fake Fiancée Romance

  Tia Wylder

  Table of Contents

  Free Gift: Playboy’s Virgin

  Personal Note

  The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

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  Free Gift: Playboy’s Virgin

  MATTHEW

  When I first lay eyes upon Claire Barkley, I never could have imagined we would become friends. That day I heard her complaining about her bad luck in the bar, I certainly didn’t expect to go out of my way to help her out. Helping women isn’t really the name of my game; more so helping myself to their bodies. However, in spite of my disdain for the fairer sex, there’s something about playing pretend that sets a fire alight inside of me. Love? Nah. But we’ll have fun.

  CLAIRE

  When my mother insisted I bring a date to my sister’s wedding, I thought I was out of luck. However, when a remarkably friendly face offered a bit of assistance, who was I to say no? Especially when the guy offering to help has such a hot bod… I may be a virgin, and this may all be a charade, but I’ll show this playboy that he’s not the only alpha in town. Game on, rich boy.

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  The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée

  None of this is real.

  At least, that’s what I keep trying to convince myself.

  Jackson Wethers, billionaire playboy is just short of making my list. List of entitled pricks, that is. He’s crazy hot, gorgeous and he knows it, and I’m pretty sure it’s clear that I know it as well. I’m ready to hit the bricks when he corners me with a proposition.

  Not a proposition like that, mind you.

  Jackson Wethers needs a fake fiancée. Period.

  He needs me to act like I’m in love with him to get his rich parents off his back. Says something about being forced to marry some bratty heiress, I don’t catch all the details. I am fully prepared to tell him NO.

  Until he flashes the check. I’ve never seen so many zeroes in my life.

  It just so happens that such a check could help me out of a particularly hard situation. All the same, I feel stuck between a rock and a hard place. The hard place being his abs, in a perfect world. Alright, Jackson, I’ll pretend to be in love with you.

  The only problem is, I’m beginning to wonder where the lie ends and the truth begins.

  Chapter One

  Jackson Wethers crossed his arms over his chest, staring balefully at his elderly parents. They had cornered him in his office, which seemed somewhat customary as of late. He knew what they wanted, it was the same thing they wanted every time they invaded his personal privacy and barged into his office during the week. He tried to keep his expression passive, but it was difficult when the older couple kept beating a dead horse. He had all the respect in the world for his parents; without them, he wouldn’t have this cushy job as CEO of Wethers Enterprises. However, the issue they continued to push was something he simply would not budge on.

  “I’m not marrying Lina Estevez,” cutting off his father mid-speech.

  “Why not?”

  The older man stepped forward. “You can’t just continue to fool around with any girl who catches your fleeting fancy. It’s bad for business, this company has a reputation to uphold.”

  Jackson rolled his eyes, reclining in his office chair and propping his feet up on his desk. His mother looked irritated, but he seemed to enjoy in the increasing aggravation that his elderly parents were feeling.

  “It has nothing to do with business. You just want to control my life, the same way you always have,” he bit out snidely.

  His father sighed in exasperation, tapping his foot repeatedly. “You’ve never taken this job seriously. Marrying Lina Estevez would be perfect for you. She could run the company alongside you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her running off with our money. You know how women can be,” the older man paused, glancing apologetically at his wife. “Some women, dear, not all women,” he corrected, and the Wethers matriarch rolled her eyes contemptuously.

  “I run the company just fine, it’s not like we’re going bankrupt. We’re doing better than we’ve done in years, and it’s because I’ve been in charge. Don’t tell me you’re like those other parents who are insistent upon having grandchildren?” Jackson grumbled, groaning aloud when his parents exchanged a look. He parted his lips to argue his case further, but cut himself short as the door to his office swung open. He narrowed his eyes, only to feel relief upon seeing his personal assistant step into his office with her nose buried in some sort of files.

  “Mr. Wethers, I have an update on line twelve, if you…,” she paused, looking up and seeming to realize she had come in at an inopportune time. Jackson considered her with a wry smile, and she reddened in embarrassment.

  “Svenka, I’m afraid we’ll have to discuss this later,” Jackson murmured, feeling mildly taken aback when she leveled a glare in his direction.

  “Svetlana, sir. It’s Svetlana. I apologize for the interruption, please ring for me when you have a moment to spare,” she grinned, nodding to the elder Wethers with a polite smile. As she turned and walked away, his eyes followed the sway of her hips, gleaming with desire. He smiled to himself, only for an idea to strike him with all the force of a freight train.

  He looked towards his parents with a cheeky little grin. “I’m afraid that, despite your very stirring arguments, I can’t marry Lina Estevez. Now, if you will leave me —” His words were abruptly cut short by his father who slammed fists down on his desk, staring straight into his eyes. “Why on earth can’t you marry her? It’s one thing to say you won’t, but it’s not as if she’s an unattractive young woman. Why can’t you marry her? Why are you being so damned difficult?”

  “I can’t marry her because my heart already belongs to another.” He yawned, glancing quickly towards the direction where someone had just left a moment ago.

  “Who? Who on earth could you be in love with?” His mother’s eyes bulged from her skull, and she looked nearly ready to faint.

  Jackson forced a smile, glancing again in the direction his personal assistant had gone.

  “You… you can’t mean,” his father sputtered, staring after Svetlana as well.

  “I’m afraid I do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with my assistant. Feel free to let yourselves out,” the dark-haired playboy murmured, rising to his feet and swiftly bustling out of his office. He could feel his parents staring after him, they even called out to him, but he had no time to waste. If this plan was going to work, he had little choice but to confront his pretend paramour.

  Svetlana Zhukov had been working for him for close to a year now, initially hired as an unpaid intern. She was cute and intelligent, but moreover, she did her job well. That’s why he had not hesitated in hiring her on to his personal team. It helped that she had legs that went on for days, topped with the cutest and roundest bottom. Though he found her attractive from an objective standpoint, her personality tended to be somewhat prudish and cold. He knew she would never go for a quick, no-strings-attached lay, but that wasn’t what he presently required from her.

  Though, truthfully, what he needed would likely trouble his young assistant more than sleeping together.

  He moved quickly, his strides steady as he made his way through the massive business complex. He paused briefly to check his watch, humming to himself as he noted the time. If he were fortunate enough, perhaps he would find his assistant in the cafeteria area. He changed directions, ignoring the cheerful greetings of his staff members as he walked along. While he considered himself a kind enough man, he didn’t have time to waste with pleasantries. He stepped into the cafeteria, scoping out the area with a terse expression. Relief washed over him once more as he spotted the woman he sought, and he swiftly approached her. She was in the middle of eating a salad, idly perusing some work documents. She seemed entirely oblivious to his presence, and he found himself watching her for a long moment. He quickly shook off the reveri
e, however, resting a hand on her shoulder.

  “Svetanka! Just who I wanted to see!” He boomed, nearly sending the woman toppling out of her chair in fright. She turned to face him, eyes narrowing upon the billionaire playboy with something akin to disdain.

  “Svetlana, sir. You are getting… closer, than usual,” she complained, shrugging off his hand. He fought the desire to roll his eyes, wondering why the gorgeous young woman had to be so difficult all the time. “Are you here to discuss the report?” She added as an afterthought, closing the plastic box her salad was contained in and pushing it to the side. She pulled the work report in front of her, and Jackson couldn’t help but wonder how on Earth he would get her to agree to his ploy.

  “Actually, I’d like to discuss something a bit more pressing. Privately, if possible,” he murmured, smiling. Immediately, she got the wrong idea, sneering at him. “Nothing like that, Alina. Come on, you’ve got to give me more credit than that,” he huffed. Her expression did not shift, but she obligingly rose from her seat and gestured for him to lead the way. He rested a hand on her shoulder, guiding her in a way that was likely much more intimate than she was used to. She didn’t resist him, however, allowing herself to be led back to his office.

  He could only hope his parents had taken the hint and left by then, but one could never tell with the plucky older couple. If they weren’t his own parents, he might have been impressed by their tenacity. As it stood, he could barely stand the weekly reports he was forced to make. They always had some nitpicky issues with the way he ran the company, despite how well the business was doing under his guidance. His assertion that things were better than they ever had been wasn’t made on false pretenses; he truly had improved things when he stepped in. It just seemed the Wethers kingdom was not ready to be released by the metaphorical monarchs.