The Billionaire's Joyous Weekend

By Tara Brent

Trish

A family Christmas at the cabin. Sound lovely right? Except my Billionaire ex-boyfriend will also be there! Not so lovely after all!

My darling sis, also the host of our Christmas Weekend Insists I DO NOT come alone!

Going alone means listening to a nagging sister for 2 whole days!

I do not have a BF.

Going alone seems to be not an option….

Then my ex – did I tell you he is drop-dead gorgeous?

And also A Player?

Proposes we fake being together-Just for the weekend!

What could possibly go wrong?

Steve

I've known Trish forever-Bright, Beautiful and too serious for her own good.

We dated for a while and I decided it would be fun to see other people too.

She didn't like that idea and dumped me!

Though she tells everyone it was a mutual break up-Not!

Anyway, since our families are friends and I'm so darn charming we stayed on friendly terms.

Since I will also be going to the cabin…

And as a friendly gesture, I decide to help out Trish.

Save her from a weekend of hell from her nosy (but adorable) sis.

I would save her by going as her Boy Friend!

Turns out I was the one being saved…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tara Brent
• Release date: Nov 2, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393160168

Book preview

Chapter One

I sat cross-legged on the park bench as I sipped my coffee and tried to lose myself in the music pounding in my ears. It's my favorite time of year, Christmas, but for some reason, I wasn't excited about this year's festivities.

My sister’s words kept replaying in my mind on an endless loop and I turned my music up, trying to drown out the pestering words.

You’re 25 years old Trish, you can’t keep living like this. Working this much isn’t healthy, take a vacation, find a boyfriend and by boyfriend I mean Steve and be happy. I mean it Trish, don’t come to the cabin without a date for Christmas and not coming isn’t an option!

Annoying bitch, I grumbled and then grinned sheepishly as an elderly couple walking by looked at me curiously.

I rolled my eyes once they passed me and allowed my head to fall backwards onto the bench as I stared up at the blue midday sky above. Why did God have to give me a sister that’s the perfect little miss prissy?

Katherine’s pretty, popular and happily married while I work long hours, rarely get laid and only use plastic plates for my apartment. She's the favorite while I'm the wild child and black swan of the family since I hadn't walked forward with a smile on my face in the direction my family had wanted me to and now everything I do is under constant scrutiny.

There was a time when my sister and I had been close but once we became teens, she discovered her love for the color pink and fashion and I discovered rock music and embraced Goth fashion. 

I pushed my glasses up onto my nose and turned my attention back to the pond before me as the chilly wind kissed at my cheeks. Looking at me now you’d never think there was a time when I wore thick black eyeliner, combat boots and fishnet stockings and I think if there’s one thing my family’s happy about it’s the fact that I broke out of that phase.

I smirk and unfold my legs, stretching them forward. My fashion sense and taste only evolved. I no longer dress the part of a Goth but I had discovered something better, lingerie. Expensive black lingerie in all styles is my addiction.

My hair was still bone straight to my waist and my eyes a striking pale grey but I now rock a tan and sensible clothing.

Steve.

That name echoed in my mind and my mood grew even worse. I had drawn the short stick when I dated Steve. Steve Washington, now CEO of Washington Enterprise is my ex, a family friend and my sister’s husband’s best friend. Do you see my dilemma?

To my sister Katherine, Steve has never and can never do anything wrong and so for her, he’s the perfect man for me. I sighed, remembering the days when he was the moon and star for me as well.

Finally, I found you.

My eyes shot wide open and my body went stiff, Please God, don’t do this to me. I groaned.

There is a saying that if you speak of a person that has passed away their spirit will visit you. Steve wasn’t dead but maybe just maybe thinking about him was the wrong thing to do. His shadow washed over me as he stepped out from behind the bench and crossed his arms over his broad chest, Hellooo beautiful.

He flashed me a wide wolfish grin capable of making nuns strip and I rolled my eyes in return, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

It's a good thing I didn't kiss you then, you would have full-on vomited.

He took a seat beside me and threw his arm over the back of the bench. I'm suddenly hit across the face with the smell of his expensive cologne, the one he knows I like and my brows pull together as memories I tried to suppress force themselves to the forefront of my mind.

How did you even find me? I grumbled.

I tracked you on Snapchat. He replied matter-of-factly and I shifted to the side to see him better.

What?

He reached out and held onto a few strands of my hair, watching as his fingers slid down its silky length. I smacked his hand hard and poured as much hate into my eyes as I could but he only smiled in response, his dimples making an irresistible appearance. I watched as he combed his fingers through his own black cloud of hair and I realized just how much more tanned he was than the last time I saw him, which was three months ago and not at all long enough.

You can see exactly where your friends are on Snapchat. Didn’t you know that? You’re younger than me Trish, get with the times.

How dare he, Steve, you’re one year older than me.

He hunched his shoulders and pulled a face, I’m older in spirit.

Shaking my head I closed my eyes and turned away, feeling a sudden urge to choke him, Go away, Steve.

Why? Don’t you adore me?

You repulse me. I countered quickly.

He leaned over, his face inches away from mine and I was reminded of just how flawless his skin was, minus the scar above his right eye that I had given him some time ago, You want this dick don’t you?

I slid away from him, my face twisting with disgust, Okay I really did throw up a little just now.

He busted out laughing, the sound a deep bass but smooth and a smile found its way onto my face. Our relationship had ended three years ago.

He had decided he still wanted to date other women. But at the same time he wanted to keep our relationship going.  An ‘open’ relationship he had called it. I was shattered-devastated actually. The fact that he wanted us to remain friends with benefits was not going to work for me.  But he did not understand what I was upset about. So we called it ‘a mutual decision’ to break up.  In the end it was clear we were two different people. He was to inherit his family's company, a successful and internationally recognized car manufacturing business and I had refused to be a part of my own family's legacy in the fashion industry.

Silence reigned between us for a moment, both of us caught up in our own worlds until he tilted his head to look at me, I spoke to Katherine yesterday.

I folded my lips inwards and nodded, I don't want to know what she said, I actually did, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me anyway.

It’s Christmas at the cabin this year and apparently I’m not supposed to show up without a date.

I tried to seem unfazed and pulled my coat tighter around me, Yeah? Well, I’m sure that won’t be a problem for you.

He remained silent and I was forced to look at him. There was a look in his dark brown eyes that I didn’t understand and I crossed my eyes and pulled a funny face, What are you looking at?

He shook his head and chuckled, Forever a clown.

I learned from the best. You’re King Clown and an undefeated bullshitter.

He gasped and clutched at his throat, Thank you, baby.

I couldn’t stop the laugh as it slipped from my mouth and his face lit up from the carefree sound, She told you the same thing right?

I bobbed my head, Yeh, she did.

"So, are you