Love Undercover: The Chance Encounters Series, #43

By Monica Moss

FBI agent, Chris Brookshaw, gets assigned to surveil and gather evidence at a resort where his target, a rich billionaire who has nefarious businesses in secret, Carlo Montinelli, is celebrating his recent wedding with his family and his new bride. But the first day Chris is there he bumps into a young man, Oliver, at the resort's bar. They get along really well and Oliver invites Chris for breakfast the next morning with Oliver and his family. Chris is hesitant at first but agrees and the next morning he meets Oliver's family only to realize that Oliver Montinelli is his target's son. After the dinner Oliver is still interested in getting to know him more and Chris realizes it's the perfect opportunity for him to gather more intel, but secretly he also really likes Oliver. As Oliver and Chris get to know each other they spend time together at the resort while on the side Chris still surveils and gathers intel on Oliver's father. Soon feelings develop between the two men. But how can their love last when Chris is keeping the biggest secret from Oliver? The hunt for his father.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Short and Sweet Publishing
• Release date: Feb 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224144037

Monica Moss

Monica Moss is a short contemporary romance author. She's always loved short stories and flash fiction. She writes romance flash fiction about chance encounters, love enduring prejudice, and taking the leap of faith for the love you deserve. 

Book preview

CHRIS

I sat in the dimly lit room, surrounded by hushed conversations and the faint hum of electronic equipment. The air was tense, a palpable energy that hinted at the gravity of the mission. As I absentmindedly tapped my fingers on the table, my superior's voice cut through the ambient noise.

Chris, we've got a new assignment for you, he said, glancing at me over his reading glasses. I straightened up, my attention fully on him.

The details unfolded before me, revealing a high-stakes operation involving a man named Carlo, a billionaire with a shadowed past. My mission: to surveil him at a resort where he was celebrating his recent wedding. The urgency in my superior's voice mirrored the importance of this task. Carlo wasn't just any wealthy businessman; whispers of nefarious dealings surrounded him.

I took a deep breath, absorbing the intricacies of the assignment. The resort setting added an unexpected layer to the mission. This wouldn't be a routine operation; it was a delicate dance in a place meant for joy and celebration.

My mind raced as I envisioned the challenges ahead. Infiltrating the festivities, blending in with the celebratory atmosphere—all while discreetly gathering evidence against Carlo. The balance between maintaining cover and performing effective surveillance was a tightrope I had walked before, but this time, the stakes felt higher.

As the meeting concluded, I gathered the mission dossier and felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. The resort, the opulent wedding celebration, the enigmatic billionaire—this was my new reality. I was about to step into a world of secrets, deception, and danger.

Little did I know, within the opulence of that resort, an unexpected encounter awaited—one that would test not just my skills as an FBI agent, but the very fabric of my convictions.

OLIVER

As I stepped into the lavish lobby of the resort, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The air was thick with the scent of tropical flowers, and the sound of waves crashing in the distance created a soothing melody. The occasion? My father Carlo's wedding – yet another addition to his extensive list of marital adventures.

The celebration had taken place just a day earlier, and instead of the usual honeymoon escape, my father insisted on bringing the entire family along. Typical of him, always wanting to make a grand statement. I sighed, knowing that his commitment to matrimony was as fleeting as the ocean breeze. This marked his umpteenth marriage, and the novelty of weddings had long worn off for me.

Walking through the resort's opulent corridors, I reflected on my own struggles in the realm of romance. My father, with his charismatic and adventurous spirit, had a way of making love seem like a grand escapade. But for me, dating was more of a maze than an adventure. I longed to break free from the constraints of my reserved nature and dive into the unknown, much like my father did. Yet, every attempt at love left me feeling more like a spectator than a participant.

Lost in my thoughts, I made my way towards the room assigned to me. The hallways seemed endless, adorned with tasteful decorations that spoke of luxury. And that's when I saw him – a man walking past, his presence commanding attention. Dark hair, chiseled features, and an aura of mystery that intrigued me instantly.

Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, a spark of connection that sent a shiver down my spine. A stranger in this elaborate setting, he seemed out of place yet oddly captivating. Unbeknownst to me, fate had already set its plan in motion.

CHRIS

The resort sprawled before me, an oasis of luxury nestled against the backdrop of azure skies and palm-fringed horizons. The air carried a tantalizing scent of salt and tropical blooms, a stark contrast to the concrete jungle I had left behind. My mission was clear, but the atmosphere of the place hinted at a different story—one of leisure and escape.

I stepped into the grand lobby, my senses momentarily overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding me. This was not my usual terrain, yet duty called, and I was determined to blend into the scenery seamlessly. The target, Carlo, had chosen this haven for his celebration, and my job was to tread the fine line between observer and participant.

The bar seemed like a good place to start. It was vibrant, alive with the hum of laughter and clinking glasses. As I approached, I noticed a young man seated at the counter, his eyes