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The Billionaire’s Fake Marriage

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Sarah J. Brooks

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I’m a handsome, perfectly built, successful billionaire.
People say I can’t possibly want for anything.
Well, let me give you three reasons they’re dead wrong.
All three of them have the same answer. I need a fake wife.

Lilian Baxter. My sweet, young, next door neighbor.

Reason One
I’ve got the ex from hell. When she tells the judge I can’t look after my own kid, he orders me to get a new wife or else.

Reason Two
She makes me dream the second I set eyes on her.
She’s as innocent as she is beautiful.
And I watch her. I see her through the window.
I blaze with passion when I just think of her.

Reason Three
I want another child. I didn’t realize it until I saw Lilian. Now, every time I look at her, I imagine the love, the happiness, I would get from making a baby with her. Did I say fake wife? Maybe I need to rethink that part!

This is a standalone romance with bonus content, an Extended Epilogue and a satisfying Happy Ever After, no cheating, no cliffhangers!

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Chapter 1


“There’s a guy looking at your ass from that window,” Anna laughed as she pulled me back into the Uber. “You should give him a little show.”

Anna was the kind of friend that could convince anyone to do something crazy. She was fun, carefree and wild beyond her years. I had only recently connected with her, but she had really spiced up my partying life.

“He’s probably already getting a pretty damn good show. I don’t have on any panties,” I giggled.

For fun, I wiggled my ass back and forth while I continued to lean into the car window and talk to my girlfriends. My legs were wobbly from our evening of drinking and dancing and I used the time to gather my focus before I had to walk into my house.

“Oh, you’re naughty. Let’s give him a real show,” Anna said as she jumped out of the vehicle and wrapped her arms around me to give me a giant hug.

I had lost my balance as she swung the door open and was barely standing when she wrapped her arms around me. Anna was shorter than me, but she still managed to lift me off the ground. Her arms stayed locked around my waist and my skirt pressed up toward the crest of my ass. I glanced up at the window as she spun me around and saw my handsome neighbor standing shirtless in his bedroom, watching us. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he looked down at our silly group of girls making so much noise after our night of partying on a weeknight.

He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was watching us. The light in his bedroom was on and the curtains were wide open as he stood there with a mischievous smirk on his face. I’d only been back home for a couple of weeks but a handsome neighbor was certainly one of the perks of being back under my parents’ roof. He was mysterious and much better looking than any of the men I normally hung out with. I estimated he was a few years older than me; okay, actually he was probably ten years older than me but that didn’t matter for the flirting we were doing.

“He’s still there,” I said to Anna as she sat me down. “But I’m too drunk to stay out here any longer. I’ll see you girls later. I need to get to my bed.”

“Bye Lilli,” Amy yelled from the other side of the vehicle. “Be good, or don’t be good and just go over to that hot guy’s house.”

“See you when I see you,” Rebecca added.

“Are you sure you don’t want to make out and really drive that guy crazy?” Anna asked. “I bet he’s already ragging hard just looking at your ass.”

“No Anna,” I laughed. “I think I’ll pass. I’m not into torturing the poor guy. Plus, I don’t really want to kiss you. No offense,” I giggled as I tried to steady myself against the car.

“Okay, but don’t say I never offered.”

“I promise I won’t say that.”

“Goodnight super-hot neighbor dude,” Anna yelled out as she blew him a kiss.

I reluctantly turned toward the window and waved apologetically as I shook my head at how loud Anna had been. It was three o’clock in the morning. She wasn’t just going to get the hot neighbors attention; she was going to get the attention of the whole damn neighborhood. My upper-class Chicago neighborhood wasn’t exactly a hot spot for late night party girls. Most of my neighbors worked and had families, and one had even mentioned that I seemed to be ‘having a lot of fun’ when they ran into my mother at the grocery store.

My neighbor’s slight grin turned into a full blown smile as he closed his curtains and turned the light off in his room after I waved at him. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who got upset about the noise my friends and I made when coming home from our nights in the town. Over the last few weeks he hadn’t come to the window very often, but occasionally I’d seen him glancing out the window to see what the commotion was. He almost never had a shirt on, which was really how he got his nickname “Hot Neighbor”. I appreciated the ripples of his abs every time I saw him.

He had a scruffy shadow of a beard and a deep olive skin tone. His short brown hair was always messed up like he didn’t have a care at all. I had no idea what he did for work, but from what I heard from my parents, he traveled a lot and had some unusual hours. My hot neighbor was definitely older than I was, but I couldn’t really tell by how many years and I liked that mystery. I had never actually met the man, only flirted from a distance with quick glances through our windows. He was the perfect fantasy guy.

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