The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: The Billionaire Saga, #1
By Sierra Rose
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Jump into a sexy and funny, billionaire romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Sierra Rose.
Rebecca is an aspiring actress. While at a fancy cocktail party, the socialites begin to pick on her. And that's when she claims she's dating the billionaire host of the party. When he goes along with it, Rebecca is in shock. And when this billionaire offers her a proposition she can't say no to, she dives straight in.
As a courtesy, the author wishes to inform you that this story ends with a cliffhanger. This is a three book series and all your questions won't be answered in book 1.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The storyline of the book is cute. The writing is not enjoyable and some of the characters seem stiff. Most parts are unrealistic and the only good thing about this book; the main character Rebecca, who made me laugh, sometimes.
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The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend - Sierra Rose
Chapter 1
I WAS FLYING ON A CRYSTAL clear morning. The sky was tinted pink with the rising sun, and clouds parted lightly between my fingers. I picked up speed and let my long hair stream out behind me as my heart slowed to a steady, calming beat. There was nothing that could touch me up here. Nothing that could find me. My eyes closed and a gentle smile warmed my face.
I wasn’t coming down this time. I’d found my heaven. I’d found my peace.
Until...
A thousand screams tore apart the skies as fire rained down from above. I covered my head and tried to get back to the ground, but I already knew what was coming.
The dragon had attacked many times before.
I ducked and rolled through the smoking clouds, dodging molten streams of death, until all at once, the beast was upon me. And it was MASSIVE! My eyes widened to terrified saucers as I gazed up in sick horror. The monster opened its mouth, almost like it was smiling at me. But just as it drew up a final breath to smite me once and for all—
—it turned into a puzzle and dissolved into a million pieces.
Wait...what?
I pried open my eyes and squinted up at the ceiling as bits of plaster and dust misted from above. A predictable sliding thump rattled the rafters, and I covered my face with a groan. Mrs. Wakowski was up to her Zumba earlier than usual today. My alarm hadn’t even gone off.
Then it went off.
You are going to be late again. You silly, irresponsible girl. You are going to be late.
Speak of the devil. It started repeating the same line over and over again. I slammed the top of the clock and cursed the cosmic forces once again for sticking me with this apartment. It wasn’t easy to find affordable living in East Hollywood. Certain horrifying concessions had to be made. Mrs. Wakowski and her early morning Zumba were just the tip of the iceberg. Then there were the roaches, the gas leaks, the police helicopters, and the overall stench of urine baking up from the sidewalks. But my recurring dragon dream...?
To be honest, I had no idea how that fit in.
I shimmied out of bed and landed on the ground with an undignified thud. My industrial-grade fan—aka my personal savior,
aka did I mention there was no air-conditioning?—shot all my hair back like I’d been shocked and I was quick to angle it away with my toe as I pulled myself up to my full height and cast a wary glance into the mirror.
This had to be what they meant when they said, trying to make it in LA.
I felt like I was the poster girl.
Long auburn hair, pale creamy skin, a pretty face, and a rail-thin body. In any other town, I’d be a knockout, a star. But for whatever reason, in this city built on the parking tickets and rent traps of other small-town stars, I was one in a million. And not in the good way.
With a habitual sigh, I leaned in to see what the damage was today. Eyes were red, but not puffy. Dark circles were already fading. Not bad after a night of heavy drinking. My liver, on the other hand? It was best not to think about it.
There’d been a lot of these nights lately, it seemed. It had started as a tradition between my roommate Amanda and me. Every time we didn’t get a part we auditioned for (this included getting turned away from the casting beforehand because the coveted two-line role had been filled sometime in the six hours we were standing in line), we would come together over a bottle of tequila and flip on a Netflix fest as we wallowed and swallowed our grief. It was actually pretty fun. Much more fun than waiting forever at the castings.
A muffled retching from bathroom let me know that Amanda wasn’t having as much fun as I was.
I slipped on a pair of amethyst scrubs, pulled my hair back into a messy bun, and grabbed my Chapstick as I made my way out into the hall. Deevus, our three-legged cat, hobbled past me chasing a Tasmanian twister of dust sent flying by my fan. I tripped over his knobby back and set him off yowling as I made my way to the bathroom.
Sorry, Deevus. Tell ya what. I’ll get you some milk.
I poured a tiny bit of milk on a plate and set it on the floor. Am I forgiven?
He meowed. I kissed him on the head and listened to him purr. He was a stray my roommate picked up. We had no idea if he had been in some kind of accident, but we loved him all the same. He could be grumpy at times, but that’s when we loved him even more.
After pulling on my shoe, I knocked softly on the door. You okay in there?
A half-strangled gurgling noise answered me. Something that actually sounded uncannily like our cat. The toilet flushed, the sink ran, and a second later, I heard Amanda slide down against the other side of the door.
That was the last time,
she moaned. I’m serious.
Yep,
I agreed, as I was certainly expected to. Well, I’m off to work, okay?
How can you even think about work at a time like this?
I rolled my eyes with a grin. The predictable answer of a spoiled cul-de-sac princess.
"I love it, I answered bitingly.
I wish I could be there all the time."
She snorted on the other side of the door. I could almost picture her laying her clammy cheek against the cool tiles on the floor. It was a comfort move both of us had done many, many times. It was also the reason we kept the bathroom impeccably clean.
Was that Deevus that wailed earlier?
Yep.
I pulled on my other shoe. I gotta go—I’m going to be late.
Did you get that guy’s phone number last night? He was hot.
I blew out a long breath.
Did you mess it up again?
she asked.
No. Well, kind of. I started talking about how upset I was that Mrs. Johnson had taken such a bad turn. I guess it was too deep for him. But I’m worried about the woman. She’s been my patient for months and we’ve grown quite close. She might not make it to next week. I’m so worried about her.
Talking about death isn’t the way to go when you first meet someone.
I bit my lip hard. You’re probably right.
You’re working in hospice. You know these people are near the end. And it’s great that you give them so much love and support, but you have to be able to let go.
I get so attached to every single one of my patients.
I know you do. And that’s why you need an understanding man. I’m going to find you the most understanding and compassionate man in all of Hollywood.
No more blind dates.
I promise this one will be different. What do you think? There’s Edward. He still lives with his mom, but I swear, he’s really sweet.
"Late, I said again.
I’m swinging by the store on my way home—you need anything?"
Yes. No.
She shuffled against the door. Wait—yes. Get some more of those caramel things we had last week at Billy’s. The ones that are shaped like a frog?
I nodded distractedly and typed into my phone. Frogs. Got it. Okay, I gotta run.
I slapped a hand against the door. Feel better—I’ll see you tonight.
I was halfway out when she called weakly to me.
Bex?
I paused. Yeah?
Put tequila on the list.
Already there.
Chapter 2
I JUST HAD TO TAKE one subway and one bus to get to the hospice care home where I worked in Westwood. It bordered a nice residential area, separated from the Fortune 500 businesses on the other side by a grove of shaded trees and a million home-brewed coffee shops. Despite Amanda’s rambling, I was able to catch the early bus, which meant I had time to duck into my favorite among these shops before my shift started at ten.
The pavement was littered with a mix of designer dogs and tethered bicycles. I smiled to myself as I skirted around something that I’m sure would have been called a ‘labra-doodle-retriever-pug.’ This was one of the reasons I liked working in Westwood. It wasn’t clearly defined by annual gross income the way places like Santa Monica and Pasadena were; it was neutral ground. A safe haven where the two sides could come together and enjoy a simple cup of joe. No need for class warfare when all anybody wanted was to get caffeinated, right? There was enough room on the sidewalks for both the poodles and the Schwinns.
It was with this uncharacteristically sunny outlook that I walked straight into a fight.
I don’t care what kind of hurry you’re in, just move the car!
I froze stiffly in place and stared in shock at the two men standing at odds before me. One of them had to be some kind of maintenance worker. He wore a nondescript slate-colored uniform with a smudgy name tag and entirely too much facial hair. He was still fisting his keys, and from the way he was hastily double-parked alongside a town car, I was guessing he had just ditched his truck and leaped out onto the sidewalk.
The man standing across from him...was a different story.
Everything about him was sharp, crisply cut. From his suit to his hair, to the rigid way he was clenching the muscles in his angular jaw. His hands were empty, and even though the maintenance guy looked like he could have easily just retired from a life of UFC, his fingers twitched like he was aching for a fight. Two silver rings, one on each hand. And a pair of diamond-studded cufflinks—I kid you not. I bet he came from a wealthy background, had a large house, and even employed hired help.
I was guessing the town car was his.
Look.
I could have sworn I saw the man’s eye twitch beneath his heavily tinted sunglasses.
I’m not trying to make waves, but I was already parked by the time you pulled up behind me. It’s not your spot!
"Already parked? A pair of work gloves was hurled to the ground.
Already parked, I don’t think so! You swerved up out of nowhere and took my spot!"
Mr. Ralph Lauren just calmly smiled. You can have the spot in five minutes. I’m just running in for a quick coffee.
Think I’m going to let you out, you stuck-up shallow prick?
he shouted. I’ll block your car in. I’ll make you late for work. What are you going to do? Call a tow truck? I’ll mess you up, jerk!
An ongoing dispute over a parking space? Seriously? I needed to step in. A fight like this could go from 0-100, real quick.
The maintenance guy was on the verge of total system failure. As a health-care professional, I was worried the throbbing vein in the side of his neck might actually explode. Either that or he might just run up and take a bite out of rich boy’s face.
Both interesting possibilities, from a my first fight
perspective. But both definitely implied me being late for work. The boring pacifist in me kicked into gear, and before they could launch into some serious sixth-grade name calling, I stepped in between.
Hey, hey there! Calm down!
Perhaps it was how ludicrously underwhelming my little bird-like frame must have looked, holding up two twiggy arms to either of their chests, but both men took one look at me and took a giant step back. A rush of satisfaction warmed my blood and it was all I could do not to smile. Or perhaps it was how badass I was!
Keep it together, Bex. Here’s where you come off all cool and heroic.
I pulled off my sunglasses with the gravitas of a seasoned detective. Now what seems to be the problem here?
The rich man started to speak, but I turned deliberately to his opponent. The maintenance man—Barry, I saw his tag now—had turned the color of boiled shellfish.
The problem is, this guy cut me off with his fancy town car!
Barry said.
Not me.
The man held up his hands and blew out a long breath. My driver. Listen, I would love to chat about this more, but I’m late for a very important meeting.
"Your driver? Barry took another threatening step forward.
I swear, you rich jerk. I have half a mind to—"
Listen,
I cut him off soothingly. A bit of a crowd had begun to gather and I was suddenly worried that when the fun was over, they might start pouring into my coffee shop and I would never get to work on time.
Another maintenance worker stepped next to his buddy. "Nothing says, ‘I’m a prick’ like a