Wife Wanted: A Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance by Eva Luxe & Juliana Conners

Author:Eva Luxe & Juliana Conners [Luxe, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sizzling Hot Press
Published: 2017-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

“Oh my God, Stacy?! Stacy!” Lindsey hopped over to her friend when she saw her enter into the ceremony room. The reception was going to be held in a few hours, and people were busy scrambling around to make sure things were all situated.

Lindsey gave her friend Stacy a big hug. Then Stacy’s eyes fell on me, and her mouth dropped.

“Hey, is that a date I see?” Stacy asked.

“Well, I couldn’t show up as a third wheel,” Lindsey said. “Meet Gordon. Gordon, Stacy.”

I reached out and shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” I said.

“Me too! Glad you came.” Stacy shot a look at Lindsey. “Is this serious? Do I need to start planning to go to another wedding?”

Lindsey’s face flustered. “W-What?! No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

Stacy looked back at me.

“Well, I’d rather become much more than friends.”

Stacy’s face lit up with joy while Lindsey tried her best to keep her regular cool and calm composure. I chuckled and stepped to the side, so the flower people could finish doing their job with decorating the rows of chairs.

“Lindsey, how about you stay here while I go run off and do something quickly?”

Lindsey raised an eyebrow, sensing I was up to something. “Fine. But don’t go straying too far.”

Stacy and Lindsey huddled off down the aisle, talking about the wedding while I headed the other way. No doubt the wedding would take a few hours, and I knew we weren’t going to be in the condition to want to jump on a plane for another four-hour journey back to the states.

Plus, Lindsey might even want to stay with Stacy a few days while we’re here in Canada.

I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t have a few days. But I shook off the worry and kept going. I was Gordon Glen, I got anything I wanted, and I was going to have Lindsey, no if and or buts about it.

The concierge desk was right ahead of me, they weren’t too busy, but even a handful of customers could keep their profit margin healthy.

“Oh my God, this place is like, so posh!” a familiar, yet irritating voice squeaked out.

My gut began to tie itself into knots.

So, I ignored the feeling and pressed on to the front desk. For a two-night stay, the total bumped to fifteen grand. I was surprised it was so low for a place of this caliber.

“Gordon?!” that familiar voice squealed again from behind.

I turned around and saw Samantha. She stalked over, her shoulders rocking side to side.

“Fancy meeting you here. Business trip?”

My memories of her were not fond.

Her presence painted a bad vibe on the current situation.

“No. You?”

She scooted up next to me and attempted to hold my arm.

“I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m not single, and from what I remember, you weren’t really interested in me either.”

It was just my money. And she loved it in huge fucking amounts. She pouted and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.

“And? Don’t you old rich men just fuck and spend money?” She jutted her hip out.

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