Possessive BILLIONAIRE GROOM
OTT Insta-Love BBW Billionaire Fast Read Series Book 2
BEATRICE BRAE
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
© 2020 by Beatrice Brae
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
Editor Beverly Bernard
Chapter One
Callie
I look at my grandfather's lawyer like he’s gone mental.
“Are you serious?” Mr.Malone avoids my eyes, preferring to look at the wall behind me.
He clears his voice. “I'm sorry Miss Roberts, unfortunately, it's not a joke. Your grandfather owns your parents' house, and if you don't marry Hunter Young, the house will be demolished, and you won't get a cent of your inheritance. Your grandfather was very affected by the pictures of you that appeared in that magazine and these are the consequences.”
I sigh deeply. “Yeah, he said I'm too big for a magazine cover and I should join a gym. Yeah, my grandfather was a real piece of work.”
Mr. Malone cleared his throat. “I'm sorry.”
My mother married my father against my grandfather's wishes, and he never forgave her.
I rub my forehead. “Thank you but I do not want to get married. It is absurd for my grandfather to have made such claims.”
“I understand, Miss Roberts. Unfortunately, it is a dead end. If you do not accept the conditions of your grandfather's will, your money will be given to Mr. Young.”
“He's the guy I have to marry, right?”
“Yes, Mr. Young is the man your grandfather chose for you.”
“I don't care about the money. I only care about the house. Does this Young guy get the house? Maybe he can sell it to me.”
Mr. Malone shakes his head sadly. “No. If you don't marry Mr. Young, the house will be demolished.”
I stare at him. “Demolished?” I shake my head in disbelief. “The old man had a really black heart, didn't he?”
And all of this because my mom married the man she loved, and I did a photoshoot for a magazine to earn some money.
“Didn't he leave my mom something? He was her father, after all,” I ask, full of hope.
“Your grandfather disowned your mother the day she married your father. You know how he was. He had high hopes for you to carry his family blood.”
“Yes, I know he did. I turned out a complete disappointment just like my mother. I'm just glad he paid her medical bills before he passed away.”
Mr. Malone frowns and then types on his keyboard, prints something, and hands me the piece of paper. I'm intrigued by all of this, but I'm afraid it's more bad news.
“Miss Roberts, I'm so sorry I have to give you more bad news, but your grandfather only paid about fifty thousand dollars. You still have $ 2.3 million left.”
I'm floored. “How is that possible? My uncle left my mom some money, and my grandfather told her he was going to use that money to pay for her kidney transplant.”
“Unfortunately, your mother signed her money away to your grandfather and he never paid the bill.”
“Oh my god, I can't believe the old man did this. He tricked her that day. He came to the hospital the day my mom had the transplant and told her that she had to sign some papers so that he could pay her medical bills with the money her uncle left her. She believed him.” Tears fall down my cheeks, and I try and fail to stop crying. I have so much frustration and sadness inside of me.
Mr.Malone gets up and hands me a tissue. “I’m sorry, it's just a lot to take on,” I say.
He peeks at me over his glasses, but his expression reveals nothing. “I know. I'm sorry I upset you Miss Roberts. What do you want to do?” he asks.
I get up. “I want to go home now. I'll call you tomorrow!”
Mr.Malone gestures toward his desk. “You can't leave yet. You still have to sign the paper that says you don't want to marry Mr. Young so that I can give him the money.”
I'm baffled. “What are you taking about? I haven't made my decision yet. I need a few days to think about it. And win the lottery,” I mumble under my breath.
He clears his throat. “I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. You can't leave this office until you make a decision. I need a 'yes' or a 'no' before you can leave. I'm sorry.”
“I understand. Well, I guess I'll do it. I'll marry him. What choice do I have?
I sign the papers and then I can finally leave. I'm spent. I just want to go home and sleep, but I have a date tonight. I'm confused about my date, unsure if I should cancel.
Two days ago, a co-worker asked me out and I said yes. Now I have to cancel because I'm getting married. It's weird how my life has changed in a couple of hours. “When is the wedding?”
“The wedding is in six weeks, Miss Roberts.”
I nod. “I have to go; I have a date tonight.”
He frowns but doesn't say anything, and I get the impression he would have liked if I canceled my date. It would be rude if I blew Scott off, so I'm going to go ahead with it.
Chapter Two
Hunter
I step out of the elevator and walk to the lawyer's office. I’m not supposed to be here, but I’m not waiting until tomorrow to find out if I get to keep my company. I pass by his secretary's empty desk and check my watch. It's six o'clock, so she probably went home.
“I have to go. I have a date tonight,” a woman says in a confused voice.
I frown when I hear her hoping that's not my bride to be. It would be awkward if I have to compete with someone else for her attention.
And I have no time or desire to pursue a woman I'm forced to marry.
The door is half open, so I knock softly and go in.
The woman frowns when she sees me. She is in her early twenties, medium height with a lush mouth and beautiful blue eyes. Pretty. She's wearing a pair of jeans that accentuate her curves and a floral tank top. She has an understated elegance about her. I like that.
She narrows her eyes but says nothing.
“I'm not sharing my bride with another man, so I'm sure you understand that you’ll have to cancel your date and break up with your little boyfriend.”
She crosses her arms in defiance. “Your bride!? Excuse me? Who are you?”
I smile briefly, and she challenges me with her eyes. “I’m your… groom. Your future husband.”
“Oh, wow you're a bigger jerk I thought you would be,” she says. “If you think you can control me, think again.”
I like her wit and her fire. “So, you intend to keep your boyfriend after we get married?” I say tersely.
“It's not like this is a real marriage!”
“Of course, this is a real marriage! What are you playing at?”
She taps her foot. “Are you going to give up your girlfriend?”
“I don't have a girlfriend,” I say.
“I don't have a boyfriend,” she says.
“You just said you have a date.”
“Firs
t date, not that it’s any of your business.”
I laugh. “Of course it's my business, baby. Where is he taking you?”
“Don't you dare ‘baby’ me. An Italian restaurant, Giovanni's. I like tiramisu.”
I don't remember the last time I had so much fun talking to a woman. In my world, women usually trip over themselves to please me, but not this spitfire. “I’ll remember that. And make no mistake, this will be a real marriage, and you will warm my bed every night.”
She glares at me and I want to kiss her. Malone clears his throat, no doubt embarrassed by our outburst. She turns toward him. “Can I change my mind and not marry him?”
“I'm afraid not, Miss Roberts. You already signed the papers.” She glares at him, and he hides behind a folder. I force myself not to laugh.
“I'll warm your bed in your dreams,” she threatens.
I approach her and whisper in her ear. “Do you wanna bet?”
Nowhere in that will says that I have to sleep with you. I don't care about how good looking you are,” she says, her expression mutinous.
She looks hot with temper flaring in her eyes, a flush coloring her cheeks. I bet she's great in bed, and I can't wait for our wedding night.
I laugh. “You think I'm good looking?”
She rolls her eyes. “Oh, get over yourself. You are not the only guy with a sculpted face or chiseled muscles. And that hair…,” she says but stops herself.
“That was oddly specific,” I say, and she blushes prettily. I have no doubt that she is going to be trouble.
“I'm leaving now! Good night, Mr. Malone.” She turns around and heads for the door, her expression dark and rebellious.
“I sincerely hope you're going home because I will not allow my fiancée to date other men.”
“What is my name,” she asks. “Do you even know?”
“Miss Roberts,” I say, quite happy with myself.
Her elegant nose wrinkles and she scowls down at me furiously. “I see. My name is Callie.” She raises her left hand. “Do you see this hand? Do you know what it's missing? An engagement ring. Until I have your ring on my left hand, I'm a free woman. The damn wedding is in six weeks, so I’ll see you then. Don't try to tell me what to do ever again.”
She is shaking with fury, and I realize she's no pushover. “Now, excuse me, I have to get to work,” she says, her expression smoothed with obvious control.
I frown. “You said you had a date.”
“My date is at eight and I still have some work to do until then.”
I follow her out into the hallway and shake my head. She's like a tornado, and it's clear to me I can't control her. So, I'll have to work my charms on her.
Although she is dressed quite simply, she looks amazingly sexy. The floral top leaves her shoulders bare, highlighting her breasts. I am pleasantly surprised by my future wife. The old man had an old picture of her on his desk from when she was a teenager, and I didn't know what to expect. I won't have a problem fucking her for a few years before we can get a divorce.
Chapter Three
Callie
I’m still upset because of what happened two hours ago in the lawyer's office when I enter the Italian restaurant. I can't wait to see Scott and eat some tiramisu. I called the hospital today, and they confirmed that my grandfather did not pay the bill for my mother’s transplant. I have no idea what he did with the money my mother received from her uncle.
I see Scott at one of the tables near the window, and I go to him. He gets up when he sees me and kisses me awkwardly on the cheek.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he says and smiles brightly. It's weird to see him dressed in a suit and tie when we spend the day in uniform at work. I work weekends at a bakery, and Scott is the pastry chef.
“Hi, Scott. You look good in a suit!” I compliment him.
“Thanks,” he says. “How was your day at the bank? You should quit that place and join us full time at the bakery,” he jokes.
“I wish. If only it would pay the same as the bank,” I sigh.
He nods in agreement, and the waitress comes and hands us the menus. I open mine trying to find something to eat.
“Hi guys, what are you doing?” a cheerful voice asks.
Scott's face lights up, and I'm shocked to see Miranda, one of our coworkers, at our table. “I also invited Miranda. I hope you don't mind,” he says.
“No, I don't mind,” I manage to mumble, although I don't understand what Miranda is doing here when this is supposed to be a date. I'm trying to remember what exactly Scott said when he asked me out, but my mind draws a blank.
Half an hour later, everything is clear when Scott lavishes Miranda with his full attention and ignores me completely. I'm such a fool. It's not that I was interested in Scott, but I lost an entire evening for nothing when I could have gone to a movie on one of my few free evenings. I don’t have a lot of free time while juggling two jobs, but I’m happy with my life. Disgusted by Scott's behavior, all I want to do is go home and curl up in bed with a good book and a glass of wine.
The waitress brings us our drinks.
“Good evening.” I hear a familiar voice behind me and turn. He has changed from his suit into a pair of jeans and a white shirt that highlights his eyes. I stare at him, and my mouth goes dry. He is indeed a very attractive man, and my heart skips a beat.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him suspiciously.
“I came to see my future wife! Can't I do that?” he says and smiles broadly.
“Future wife?” Miranda says in a shocked voice. “Callie, you didn't tell us you were engaged.”
I take a sip of my cocktail. “I'm not engaged,” I say and show her my left hand. “See? No ring!”
Hunter takes my hand and pulls me up.
“Hi, I'm Hunter Young.” He shakes hands with Scott and then wraps his hand around my waist.
I roll my eyes at the sudden display of masculinity in front of me. The testosterone is oozing out of him. If he thinks he can play the possessive and territorial groom-to-be with me, he is in for a nasty surprise.
“Do you mind if I steal Callie? I have something rather urgent to talk to my fiancée about and we don't want to bother you.”
Scott smiles broadly and gives me the impression that he is happy to get rid of me. Hunter drags me to another table, and we sit down. “What do you want, Hunter, is it? It’s funny that we’re getting married, but we don’t even know each other’s names. We don't have to see each other until the wedding. Let me enjoy my last six weeks of freedom in peace, please.”
His hand goes through his hair, frustrated. “Callie, for a wedding of this caliber, there are a lot of details to handle, and six weeks is a very short time. I hired a wedding planner to help us, but she can't choose the flowers, your wedding dress, and all the other details,” he says, disgusted. “I never imagined it’s this complicated to organize a wedding. Five hundred wedding guests are a lot of people.”
I look at him, stunned. “Five hundred people! I had no idea. But I don't want a big wedding,” I plead with him. “It doesn't make sense to involve so many people in this farce.”
“Unfortunately, the guest list is an inheritance from your grandfather. We have to have a big wedding. That's what he wanted. Hunter puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a red velvet box and places it on the table in front of me. I want you to wear this ring. Please.”
I shake my head. “No!”
He sighs deeply. “Look, I'm not a bad guy. What do you say we start all over again?”
He reaches for my hand. “Hi, I'm Hunter Young, your future husband. Pleased to meet you.”
I look at him skeptically. Hunter raised his hands. “Our situation is quite unpleasant, but we shouldn't let it make our lives even harder. We can be miserable, or we can try to make the best of this fucked up situation.”
“Fine. Hello, I'm Callie Roberts, your future wife.” I giggle. “We sound like we're at an AA meeting.”
He frow
ns but stays in character. “Nice to meet you.”
Chapter Four
Hunter
“I want to take you home and fuck you,” I say, and she blushes instantly at my words.
“In your dreams,” she says and stands up to leave.
“Just hear me out, Callie. We are getting married in less than two months. Why not spend that time together and get to know each other? And have sex. Lots and lots of sex.”
“No, but thank you for your offer,” she says.
“Okay, how about a movie and a kiss? I have a home theater, and we can snuggle on the couch and make out. Come on, meet me halfway. I know it’s not the most romantic situation, and I’m sorry for that.”
She glares at me, but then her expression softens. “I can't today but maybe in a few days. A kiss should be okay. I don't understand why you insist that we should have a sexual relationship. This is a fake wedding!”
“Callie, I'm a billionaire. I have paparazzi following me almost every day. The press would have a field day if they discovered that I’m cheating on my wife. Since I can't live without having sex, that only leaves you, my future wife. Do you want to live like a nun for the next few years?”
She nods and looks away. “I suppose we can give it a try… I don't have a lot of sexual experience; I might disappoint you in bed.”
I laugh. “Callie, you're sexy as hell, and I can't wait to take you to bed. I can teach you how to please me, don't worry about it. And you can show me what you like so that we can make this work.”
She takes the velvet box, opens it, and takes out the ring. “It's a beautiful ring, Hunter. This could feed a family for a few years!”
“Yes, it's an expensive ring, Callie.” I shrug. “I'm rich and you will be also. I donate a lot of money to charities, and I'm not going to apologize for buying my future wife a five-million-dollar ring.”
She’s annoying me with the ring thing. I’ve worked very hard since I was young to get where I am today, and I'm not like the usual big spender billionaire, but I wanted to splurge for a ring. She deserves it.
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