Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

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Introduction

I need an heir to keep my fortune.

She needs a fortune to keep her legacy.

Sounds like a deal made in the sheets.

Tell me where to sign.

The night I walk into Haley Simmons’ run-down resort, I can’t remember why we broke up years ago.

She’s gorgeous, smart, and I remember just how those lips felt wrapped around my c*ck.

She needs help turning the place around, and I need her property to close the deal of a lifetime.

Why not make her my wife and sweeten the deal?

We both get what we want.

Only, neither one of expects a marriage contract to turn our lives upside down.

Who says second chances aren’t worth it?

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Prologue

Chase

I’d done some stupid shit in my life, but this had to be the pinnacle. Fuck, I was driving over an actual pinnacle to prove a point. To prove I was a man of my word. A man who could be trusted. A man who would do anything to protect his wife.

Wife.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. My knuckles were white. Almost as white as the blizzard swirling around me.

I’d used the word like a toy. I used it for fun. To seduce her. To fuck her breathless. It had all been a game. A business game I played. The risk and the stakes were high, but so was the payout. I needed a wife for a year, and it seemed harmless. As harmless as a fake marriage to your ex-girlfriend can be.

But I fucked it up. Royally.

The tires spun as I hit a deep patch of snow coming down the mountain. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I could see the town on the horizon, but I didn’t know how I’d get there. The snow was coming down sideways and I kept fishtailing every two miles. This was as fucked up as winter storms got.

And I was driving in it.

There was no way I’d stop now. Not until I made it to her. Not until she knew the truth. Not until I kissed her soft pouty lips. Not until she understood that Chase Hawthorne was her husband in every way. That I was the man she deserved.

I tried to steer over a sheet of ice. The car started to slide and I shifted to the center of the road. It was getting worse out here. Just over the railing the mountain descended into a dark pit. Like hell if I was ending up in the bottom of the canyon tonight.

“Shit,” I muttered, slowing to an unbelievable crawl. I could walk in the snow faster than this. No, I wasn’t driving over the cliff. I was driving toward the woman who had saved me.

I swore when I got out of this storm, Haley would know everything. And this time, our life would be real.

1

Chase

“The Peppertree Resort, Mr. Hawthorne,” my driver announced as the car rolled through the gently-falling snow to a soft stop in front of sliding glass doors. My eyebrows furrowed as I peered out the window and into the lobby of the resort.