The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 1 (The Billionaire Saga 1)

“So is twenty thousand dollars a fair price?” he asked.

“Is this for real?”

“Yes, Rebecca. This is a very real proposal. Act like my girlfriend for a weekend and I’ll pay you.”

My mind went blank. Completely blank. Could have been something to do with twenty thousand dollars… Amanda would kick me if I didn’t take this offer.

I opened my mouth several times, each time falling short of what I actually wanted to say. “What do you…? Are you actually…? What would I do in the Caribbean all by myself?”

He pursed his lips to restrain a smile. “Well, I’d be going with you. Perhaps I should have made that clear. A very important client of mine is hosting a charity gala there in two weeks, and I have to make it appear that I’m stable.”

“…clearly.” I grinned.

“With a stable, charming girlfriend.” He gave me an appreciative nod. “One who I already know he likes.”

I was still at a loss. “You just go to the Caribbean for the weekend?” I grasped at another inconsequential detail.

Why was it that whenever anything big happened in my life, I remembered things like the song playing in the background rather than what actually occurred? Maybe I wasn’t built for these kinds of shocks.

He shrugged without shame. “When you can afford to go whenever you want, you just go for the weekend.”

“Fair point,” I echoed faintly.

He flashed a pearly smile. “So…?”

I glanced up to see him inclining his head, leaning down, so those damn ocean eyes were sparkling right into mine. My heart smashed around in my chest.

I was surprised my eviction notice didn’t blow out of my purse on a mysterious breeze and slap me in the face. The coffee shop, the party, the unfortunate pepper spray incident? The universe was clearly hitting me upside the head with sign after sign, but strangely enough, that’s what was making me pause. I didn’t trust things like that. I never had.

Ignoring the way his body was tilting invitingly into mine, I took a deliberate step back, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. “And if we go hence to the—”

“Hence?”

My cheeks flushed. “Sorry, it’s been a weird day. I’ve been auditioning for a part. It’s still stuck in my head. Uh…so if we go for the weekend, you’ll give me the money, and then…that’s it? We go our separate ways?”

I couldn’t believe I was considering this. I flat out couldn’t believe it. Then again, if I said no—what would happen? He’d drive away, leaving me to wander with my empty coffee cup back inside and wait with Deevus until Amanda got home. I’d tell her the details, she’d be shocked. Then we’d speculate for a night or two as to what might have happened, until we forgot about it. By the end of the week, it would have already begun to fade away. Consigned to that forbidden place in my mind where all the what-ifs and missed opportunities slowly fermented to bitterness and passive-aggressive rage.

No—not this time. This time, I was jumping in. No reservations. No regrets.

Even if it did mean agreeing with my mother.

“That’s it.” He raised his palms innocently. Then, before I could change my mind, he dropped a thick envelope into my hands. “Consider this a down payment. Good faith—and all that.”

I stared down in amazement, thinking I ought to set certain conditions and boundaries. I ought to draw up some sort of paperwork or find a notary or something. But before I could properly vocalize any of these concerns, he snatched my phone from the balcony and programmed in his number.

“Nothing physical, nothing indecent. Separate rooms.”

He slipped the phone into my hands and flashed me another grin. “Don’t worry…I’m sure by the end of the weekend, well, we won’t be able to wait to get rid of each another.”

I laughed shakily, still staring down at the envelope. “Right.”

“Rebecca.” He touched my shoulder, and I stared up into his face. “We’re going to be surrounded by other people all the time. This is not going to be something you regret. You have my word.”

The cynic in me crumbled at the sincerity shining behind his eyes. “Okay. The answer is yes. I’d love to be your fake girlfriend.” I then winked. “This is going to look so good on my acting résumé.”

He cocked his head, and I laughed.

“Kidding,” I said.