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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Single Dad’s Fake Bride

  A Virgin & Billionaire Romance

  Nikki Chase

  Contents

  Single Dad’s Fake Bride

  1. Megan

  2. Megan

  3. Ethan

  4. Megan

  5. Ethan

  6. Megan

  7. Ethan

  8. Megan

  9. Ethan

  10. Megan

  11. Megan

  12. Ethan

  13. Megan

  14. Ethan

  15. Megan

  16. Megan

  17. Megan

  18. Ethan

  19. Megan

  20. Megan

  21. Ethan

  22. Megan

  23. Ethan

  24. Megan

  25. Ethan

  26. Megan

  27. Megan

  28. Megan

  29. Ethan

  30. Ethan

  31. Megan

  32. Ethan

  33. Megan

  Epilogue

  Preview: Virgin Fiancée

  1. Piper

  2. Piper

  3. Raphael

  4. Piper

  5. Raphael

  Bonus: Guilty

  Prologue

  1. Cole

  2. Emily

  3. Cole

  4. Emily

  5. Emily

  6. Cole

  7. Emily

  8. Emily

  9. Cole

  10. Emily

  11. Cole

  12. Emily

  13. Cole

  14. Emily

  15. Emily

  16. Cole

  17. Emily

  18. Cole

  19. Emily

  20. Cole

  21. Cole

  22. Emily

  23. Cole

  24. Emily

  25. Cole

  26. Emily

  27. Cole

  28. Emily

  29. Cole

  30. Emily

  31. Cole

  32. Emily

  Epilogue

  Preview: His Virgin

  1. Caine

  2. Daisy

  3. Caine

  4. Daisy

  About the Author

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  All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

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  Single Dad’s Fake Bride

  Chapter 1

  Megan

  My boss, Ethan Hunter, is a ruthless, heartless monster.

  It’s okay, though. Justice will be served.

  I’m going to put him in his place. He just doesn’t know it yet.

  “Megan, my office, please,” his deep voice suddenly filters through the speaker of the phone on my desk.

  I roll my eyes. It’s like he can smell it when I so much as think about him. He’s like a shark that can sense blood in the water.

  As usual, his tone is authoritative. His word is law.

  I, a lowly servant, must now obey.

  “Yes, Mr. Hunter,” I reply through the phone.

  I hate that speakerphone thing. It just goes to show how conceited and self-important he is.

  We could’ve gone with a normal phone. You know, the kind that rings and lets you decide whether to pick up before the other party gets to say anything.

  Instead, we have this thing that leaves me no choice as to whether I answer or not. I have to listen, and I have to listen right away. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of something else.

  It has interrupted me many times. I’d be typing, and then a message would come in, and my fingers would just hover over the keyboard of the computer, forgetting where I was before hearing his latest decree.

  Mr. Hunter wants me to be at his beck and call, to instantly answer whenever he chooses. He’s always the only one who gets to make all the decisions.

  I let out a sigh. I’d better get my ass into his office before I incite his wrath.

  I knock on the door.

  Even if he’s the one who has summoned me, even though he knows full well that I’m coming, knocking is still mandatory.

  I know he’s my boss and I’m being paid to do his bidding. Still, it annoys me that he can demand my time and attention whenever he wants, and I have to get his permission for every little thing.

  “Come in,” he says from behind the door.

  I grab the handle and push the door open. I never get used to what I see in his office, because it’s so picture perfect, it’s almost unnatural.

  This scene belongs on a business magazine. There’s no need for styling of the office or the man; no need for wardrobe tweaks or make-up; no need to even clear an
y clutter. Even the lighting from the big glass wall behind Mr. Hunter is perfect.

  This space is always flooded with light, although somehow that doesn’t help make the space feel any warmer. Mr. Hunter’s office is steel and glass, cold and unyielding, black and gray.

  It looks good, but it’s sterile. Soulless. It suits him, I guess.

  “How can I help you, Mr. Hunter?” I ask with a smile, standing at the doorway. I can’t step further inside this office without him explicitly ordering me to do so.

  Mr. Hunter’s previous assistant, who quit to be a stay-at-home mom, taught me to always address him in this formal, excessively polite way.

  It suffocates me, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I just keep reminding myself that I’m not going to be here forever. I’m not really his assistant. This is just a cover—a temporary one.

  “Please pick up my daughter, Penny. Her school let out early today, and I have an interview to do,” he says as he flips through the folder in his hands, not even bothering to look up at me. “Normally, I’d ask my driver to get her, but he’s on sick leave today.”

  “Yes, Mr. Hunter. Should I take the cab?” I ask, suppressing the urge to yell at him about how rude he’s being.

  “Yes. She goes to The Lawrence School and she needs to be picked up half an hour from now. Just bring her here, and please hurry.”

  Of course she goes to the most expensive private school in the whole state. Why wouldn’t she? Only the best for little Miss Hunter. I bet she’s an insufferable brat.

  Mr. Hunter finally glances at me when he slides a scrap of paper across the glass surface of his big desk. “Here’s her phone number so you can find her.”

  My heart races when those steel-blue eyes land on me. They’re so piercing, so perceptive. They scare me. They make me worry he’ll look at me a second too long and figure me out.

  I guess it’s a good thing he’s not a big fan of eye contact, or much contact at all.

  My heels click-clack on the reflective marble floor as I approach the desk, my heart pounding harder and harder the closer I get.

  I avert my gaze, not daring to look directly at him. Maybe that makes me the rude one right now, but it feels too dangerous. I can’t blow my cover.

  “I’ll take care of it, Mr. Hunter.” I give him a quick smile as I take the scrap of paper.

  As I turn around, I become hyper-aware that Mr. Hunter can see my ass wiggle in my tight pencil skirt as I walk away. The thought makes me quicken my pace, even though I wore it to get his attention in the first place.

  But of course he’s not even looking. When I reach the door, I turn around and catch a glimpse of Mr. Hunter, his nose already buried in his folder.

  A pang of disappointment ripples in my chest, and I feel stupid.

  Of course he wouldn’t be checking me out. The man is a robot. Those angular facial features and sculpted body are wasted on someone like him.

  Why would I want him to check my out anyway? He’s my enemy.

  Chapter 2

  Megan

  “Please wait here,” I say to the taxi driver as I step out onto the pavement, remembering to swing both my legs over to the side.

  After seeing Britney Spears flash the paparazzi her hoo-ha, I could never forget the correct way to enter and exit a vehicle when wearing a skirt.

  I wouldn’t be caught dead with such a vulgar picture of me being circulated for men to jerk off to. Not to mention, that particular guy who took the original snap must’ve made a ton of money off it.

  Men are going to sexualize women. That’s just a fact. There’s no escaping it.

  All I can do is make sure I stay classy. I wear conservative, office-appropriate dresses and blouse-and-skirt combos. Most of my skin is always covered, but that doesn’t mean I’m frumpy.

  After all, I need to attract some male attention, just enough for me to get what I want from them.

  Which is why I exercise and watch what I eat, so I look good in skin-tight clothes. That’s as much as I’ll ever reveal to people. If men are going to jerk off to me, they’ll have to use their imagination.

  I’m not going to put out for any man. I’m not going to let anyone use me and discard me like men do.

  That’s why I’m still a virgin, even though most girls my age are changing partners as often as they change their clothes. Their loss, I guess, if they want to trade in their dignity for some male attention.

  As I make my way up the stairs into the school, it gets harder to maintain my balance, with how tight my pencil skirt is. I don’t usually have to deal with any stairs at the office. This is unfamiliar terrain.

  I have to wonder why I bother at all, if Ethan Hunter—the one man I’m actually targeting—doesn’t even give me a second glance.

  “Hi.” I wave and put on a friendly smile as I spot Penny Hunter on the bench where she said she’d be waiting.

  She looks exactly like the pictures I Googled on the way here. Despite her youth, she has been featured on some business and gossip magazines. There are pictures of her being out and about with her dad.

  She stares at me blankly. She has the same icy blue eyes as his father.

  “Penny, right? I’m Megan. Your Dad told me to pick you up.” I keep the same smile plastered on my face. I may hate her dad, but she hasn’t done anything wrong to me.

  “Hey,” she says flatly. Seriously, this whole family is horrible at greeting people. Is the lack of emotions a genetic thing or a rich-people thing?

  “The cab’s waiting just outside.” I point toward the open double doors that lead outside, through which the yellow car is clearly visible.

  “Okay.” Penny slings her bag over her shoulder and gets up.

  We make our way into the cab wordlessly, which is fine. But once we’re inside, it gets too awkward to just sit in complete silence. Even the car stereo is turned off.

  How do people talk to kids? I don’t get it.

  Kids know nothing about anything I’m interested in, and that goes both ways. I have no idea what kids are into. I don’t know much about Pokémon or whatever.

  Still, I have to say something.

  “Have you been to the office before?” I ask the kid. She must be about ten, or maybe eleven. I don’t know. It’s probably obvious by now that I’m not really an expert on kids.

  “Once or twice,” Penny says.

  “How do you like it?”

  “It’s an office.” She shrugs.

  “Sorry your dad can’t pick you up today. That must suck.”

  “No, it’s cool. He tries. Sometimes he just has other things to do.” For some reason, her answer surprises me. I was expecting her to be bratty and entitled, but she’s being pretty mature and understanding.

  Maybe having a father like Ethan Hunter forces you to accommodate his schedule. Maybe she’s used to being pushed around. I wonder what he’s like at home.

  “Yeah,” I say. “There’s a big meeting he has to attend this afternoon.”

  “Yeah, he texted me. I don’t know why he acts like it’s the end of the world. He picks me up most days, and he misses one day. It’s okay. I’m not five.”

  Ethan Hunter? Getting flustered over not being able to pick up his daughter? I wouldn’t have guessed.

  I mean, of course he wouldn’t treat his daughter like he treats other people. Still, I never expected him to be such an involved parent.

  “How old are you, Penny?” I ask.

  “Almost eleven. My birthday is in two months.”

  “I see.” My wild guess was correct after all.

  And…that’s it. I’ve run out of topics to talk about. I could never find a common ground with kids. I’m just not a kid person.

  “How old are you?” Penny asks, keeping the conversation going, to my relief.

  “Twenty-one.”

  “You’re almost twice older than me.”

  “I’m almost twice your age,” I correct her without thinking about it.

 
; “Yeah. You’re twice my age,” she replies without complaining, admitting her mistake and correcting herself.

  “Do you like it when your dad picks you up?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It must be better riding that fancy car than this cab, huh?” I know Mr. Hunter is really fond of his black convertible Porsche. I stare at it with envy sometimes when I see it at the office.

  “It’s okay,” she says in a casual tone that reminds me it’s a mundane, everyday thing for her to ride in a luxury car.

  If it wasn’t for her father, maybe I’d have a car of my own. But instead I’m just barely scraping by, even though I take public transport everywhere.

  “Sometimes he buys me ice cream after school and that’s nice,” she continues.

  “When I was your age, I had to walk to the school and back myself every day.” Damn, I sound like an old grandma, talking about how good kids these days have it, compared to how it was back in my day.

  “I used to do that, too,” Penny says.

  “Nobody picked you up?” I frown. Surely, even if he’s busy, Ethan Hunter could hire someone to drive his daughter anywhere she wants.

  “No.”

  “How old were you at that time?”

  “Six,” Penny says.

  “We’re here,” the taxi driver announces.

  I look out and realize he’s right. I’ve been so focused on Penny I haven’t even been paying attention to where we are.

  The steel-and-glass skyscraper that belongs to Penny’s dad looms just outside the cab, so high I can’t see the top from this angle.

  I give the driver a couple of bills and tell him to keep the change. Ethan Hunter is many things, but he’s not cheap.

  As his assistant, I get to use a company credit card and a monthly cash allowance. These things are for work expenses, of course. But there’s not much oversight and I can get away with using some of the money on myself.

  I’ve never tried to do that, though. I’ve come too far to jeopardize things for just a few extra dollars. If I pull this mission off, I’m going to get a much better reward—and I’m not just talking about money.

  “How far did you have to walk to get to school?” I ask as Penny and I wait for the elevator at the lobby.

  “Like, a mile or two, I guess.”