Seducing the Billionaire’s Brother
by
MARQUITA
VALENTINE
Copyright © 2019 by Marquita Valentine
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Photography: Wander Aguair
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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1 | FAITH
2 | FAITH
3 | CONNOR + FAITH
4 | CONNOR
5 | FAITH + CONNOR + DREW
6 | FAITH
7 | CONNOR
8 | FAITH
9 | CONNOR
10 | FAITH
11 | FAITH + CONNOR
12 | FAITH
13 | CONNOR
14 | Connor
15 | CONNOR + DREW
16 | FAITH
17 | CONNOR + DREW
18 | FAITH
19 | CONNOR
20 | FAITH
21 | CONNOR
22 | FAITH
23 | CONNOR
24 | FAITH
25 | CONNOR
26 | FAITH
27 | FAITH
28 | CONNOR
29 | FAITH
30 | CONNOR
EPILOGUE | CONNOR
Bonus Scene + Newsletter
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The Forgotten Bride
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Protecting Her Heart
Catching Her Heart
Boys of the South
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Only For You
True For You
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Burn For You
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Picture Perfect Lie
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Seducing the Billionaire’s Brother
Pleasure before business. Always.
Connor Montgomery doesn't give a damn about his world-renowned last name or the endless list of women who only want him for his billions. There's only one woman for him... his best friend since childhood, Faith. Unfortunately, as a vital employee of his family's company, she's beyond off-limits.
Too bad he's never been one to follow the rules.
Faith Holt is in desperate need of money... for all the wrong reasons. Stuck between coming clean and falling off the face of the earth, she comes up with a crazy, over the top plan. But to pull it off, she realizes that the only person who can help is the last person she wants to involve since it may require crossing the line.
Too bad she can't stop herself from resisting Connor and his wicked ways.
After years of being "just friends" and looking out for each other in the best of ways, Connor and Faith may have to decide what's worse: resisting the temptation that's always existed between them or finally giving in to it.
1
FAITH
THIS WAS OFFICIALLY the worst day of Faith Holt’s life. Her date to the senior prom was late. So late that the streetlights had flickered on, casting a hazy glow on the deserted road in front of her house.
Faith glanced at the clock that hung over the entryway table. Dylan was supposed to pick her up two hours ago.
Her heart sank and her stomach felt funny, like instead of butterflies taking flight, it felt more like the sharp prick of wasps.
She’d been stood up.
“Faith?” Dad said, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “Why don’t you have dinner with your momma and me while you wait for your date.”
For once in her life, the last thing she wanted to do was eat. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, and I really don’t want to mess up my dress.”
Dad squeezed her shoulder. “Whatever you want, kiddo.”
Tears barely contained, she put on a brave face in front of her parents as the minutes ticked by, peeking around the curtains every so often in the hopes of spotting her date’s bright red mustang in the driveway.
“I’m sure there’s a ton of traffic,” Momma said, her voice gentle. “You know how Friday nights are.”
She whirled around in the prettiest (and most expensive) dress she’d ever owned. The pale blue satin and tulle ball gown perfectly matched her eyes, or so the store owner had said.
“Brutal,” she agreed. “I’ll give Dylan a call.”
“I’ll, uh, go fire up the grill,” Dad said. “You think I should put one on for Dylan, too?”
Nope. “Totally!” Picking up her skirt, she dashed to her bedroom, bumped the door closed, and threw herself on the bed. How could Dylan do this to her? More importantly, how would she show her face at school on Monday?
At least she wasn’t in love with Dylan. That would have been the cherry on top of her misery pie.
Honestly, she should have known.
Dylan Farrless was the most popular guy in twelfth grade, and she was... not even close to that. Even she’d asked him if he’d been feeling okay the day he made his promposal to her in front of the entire school.
Her phone buzzed, and her heart sped up. Maybe Dylan really was running late. Frantically, she dug her hand in the pockets she had sewn into the skirt of the ball gown and pulled it out.
Where’s my picture?
Her heart fluttered in her chest for an entirely different reason.
Connor Montgomery, the only boy she could both love and hate to have as her best friend. They’d met when they were younger, at Camp River Bend, when they’d been paired up for a scavenger hunt on the first day. She’d been shy—still was for that matter—while he’d been the talkative charmer all the other girls wanted as their partner.
For whatever reason, they had clicked, and every year after that, that they returned to camp, they always found their way back to one another. And they always fell right back into their routine of laughing, joking, and spending as much time together as the camp wo
uld allow them.
She could tell Connor anything, and he never judged her. She never judged him back either... but as they got a little older and were able to talk throughout the year, she did get a bit wide-eyed at the stuff he would confess to her.
The classes he’d skip at school.
The college girls he dated.
The college parties he threw.
The things he did at said parties with those girls...
Charming Connor Montgomery had turned into a full-fledged bad boy by the time he was sixteen. Meanwhile, she’d become even more of an introvert who had more use for books than people.
And now, at eighteen, he was pure wicked... yet the purest soul she knew.
I’ll send one later. Not really feeling pretty right now.
Bullshit. What’s wrong?
Faith grimaced as she typed.
Date stood me up. We are pretending traffic is brutal while Dad grills steaks.
I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
She sat up in bed, her nose scrunching, even as her pulse skittered out of control.
Where are you?
Almost to you.
Almost to you. Faith could practically hear Connor say the words, his Scottish accent playing with her fantasies. Ruthlessly, she shoved those thoughts away. There was no way she’d ruin nine years of friendship because she wanted more from him. He’d never indicated he wanted more from her and she refused to hold that against him. She’d also never let that stop her from attempting to date other guys either.
In any case, she needed to talk to Dylan. She shot off a text to him, and surprise, surprise, he left her hanging on READ.
She rolled her eyes. The tears were gone now and replaced with anger. Anger was much better than sadness when it came to that jerk.
Besides, she’d bet dollars to donuts Dylan was already at prom, grinding on Donna Jackson. That chick had been the only girl at school who hadn’t oohed and ahhed over the promposal.
Thank God this was her senior year and she’d be leaving this town in her dust. Okay, so not completely in her dust because she’d come back to visit her parents. Either way, she was looking forward to something different. Something more than the small town of Jessamine could give her. Something more than what Dylan had promised.
With that jerk in mind, she typed up one last text, then erased it. Her message had to be perfect: blistering, but without revealing how hurt she was.
Ugh. Nothing was right.
Getting up from the bed, she moved to the window and opened it, letting in the sultry air and sweet fragrance of gardenias as they bloomed two stories below. A trellis full of green ivy twined its way to the roof, the vibrant leaves brushing her as she leaned outside.
She sighed.
If only she hadn’t been stood up, this would have been the best night ever. She had a feeling about these things, and her feelings had never been wrong... until now.
With a shake of her head, she inched back and turned, marching to her desk. She cut on the computer monitor and –
There was a commotion behind her.
She turned, a scream halfway in her throat until she realized who it was. “Connor! Holy Crap! What are doing here and by here, I mean this part of the state.”
He grinned at her, half in and half out of her bedroom, his long legs straddling the windowsill. “I was on my way to a party in the Bahamas, but decided to make a pit stop.” His hazel eyes were even dreamier than the last time she’d seen them. Those hazel eyes of his roamed over her as they gleamed. “Damn. You look beautiful.”
Suddenly shy, she gripped her hands together in front of her, in a tight fist. “Thank you.”
Grasping the top of the window, he neatly slid the rest of the way inside, his over six feet tall, lean body filling up her room as he stood. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
She rolled her eyes, snorting a little. “Like that’s your first time.”
“I save the important firsts for you.”
Like the first kiss they shared. He’d been thirteen, and she’d been twelve. Unfortunately, it had been during a spin the bottle game and he, of course, had taken the dare to kiss a girl. Only, he ignored who he was supposed to have kissed and kissed Faith instead.
Later, he’d confessed it was because he hadn’t kissed a girl before and didn’t want to look stupid. She thought it had taken a lot of courage to admit that and told him as much.
Only... why wouldn’t he consider the first time he had sex as important? Not that it was any of her business because she’d never been with him like that. At all. Ever. She hadn’t been with anyone like that.
A hot flush covered her body, and she forced her hands apart.
“What is that devious mind of yours thinking?” he asked.
Act casual. Act normal. This is Connor, and he’s wicked and flirty, but he’s also your best friend. “How much I appreciate your willingness to save important firsts for me.”
“I don’t think so.” He rubbed his jaw. “What would make Faith blush so much...?”
She waved a hand in the air. “I blush easily. Besides, I’m angry right now, or I was until you climbed through my window.”
“Whose ass do I have to kick?” he said, moving closer to her.
She had to lift her chin to look at him. She wasn’t short—in fact, she was average height, but Connor made her feel downright tiny. “He doesn’t deserve an ass-kicking from you.”
“The hell he doesn’t.” Connor’s face turned dark. “He stood you up. For Prom. I know how important this dance is to you and how much you saved up to buy your dress.”
She held up her hands. “That’s not what I mean. Of course, Dylan needs his butt kicked, but I refuse to allow him to have that kind of control over me.”
“You’re no fun.” He stepped closer to her, touching her cheek and igniting something inside of her that she had to ignore. “But you are so very sweet.”
She took a step back, then paused to stare at his dark pants and white button down. A tie hung down on either side of his neck. “Are you wearing a tux?”
He smirked. “This was on the plane. I think it’s my brother’s.”
She blinked and blinked again. “But you’re taller than he is.”
“Only by a couple of inches.” He pulled his shirt out of his pants and lifted it, revealing tan skin and abs that were more ripped than a washboard. Her mouth went dry. “The pants hang low enough.” He shrugged. “Or it could be something the security guys wear. Either way, I figured you wouldn’t let me kick his ass, so I thought the next best thing would be for you to get revenge.”
“How would I get revenge? I don’t love him, and he didn’t cheat on me. And no one knows... unless...” Faith tilted her head to one side. Then it dawned on her. “You saw something on Facebook didn’t you?”
A tick started up in his chiseled jaw. “Maybe. Yeah. It doesn’t matter. I took care of it.”
“Meaning you hacked into the account and—”
He covered her mouth with his hand. “Stop talking, gorgeous, and get your things. We have a senior prom to crash.”
Amused at his attempt to silence her, she licked his palm to get him to move, but he didn’t pull his hand away... at least not right away. His eyes widened, and he looked as though he was about to say something, but then he turned, pulling out his phone and removing his hand.
“You don’t have to take me to prom.” She gestured to the computer humming on her desk. “I have cat pictures to post.”
“You don’t have a cat because of your allergies.” His thumbs flew over the screen of his phone, then he put it away. “However, according to your medical records, you’ve never been tested.”
She gasped in outrage. “You looked at my medical records? Those are private!”
“I didn’t snoop... much.” He grimaced, peering at her from beneath his dark brows. “Your birthday is coming up, so I double checked.”
“For cat allergies.”
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bsp; He grinned, nodding. “Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?”
“Not really.”
“Swear I won’t do it again.” He looked perfectly remorseful. Only she knew he was not only charming but also a con artist when he wanted to be. “Swear I didn’t look at anything else either. Only the allergy stuff.”
“I believe you.”
His look of remorse gave way to triumph. He held out his elbow. “Ready?”
“You can’t come downstairs with me.”
“Are you ashamed of me, Faith?”
“Ohmigosh, Connor. No.” She began to shove him toward the open window. “I’m not allowed to have boys in my room.”
“How do you ever have fun?” He allowed her to propel him across her room, then he threw a leg over the window. “Your parents are so strict.”
She laughed, shooing him away. “So are yours, but you don’t bother to listen.”
He grinned. “Maybe you should consider breaking the rules, lass.”
“Don’t you lass me with your accent.” She fisted her hands on her hips. “Unlike other girls, I don’t fall for hot guys with hotter accents.”
“You think I’m hot. Hmmm.”
Blood rushed to her cheeks. “No. I mean, yes... I’m not blind. You’re hot, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type,” he said, but he didn’t sound very proud or boastful. More like it was a fact of his life and his next words confirmed it. “A Montgomery is in high demand these days.”
Even at seventeen and living in her small town bubble, she knew that about his family. The Montgomerys were world-famous billionaires who had made their fortune after their dad had started Montgomery Industries, a security and tech firm with clients that ranged from small businesses to government entities who wished to remain anonymous. Connor’s family seemed to own everything, including resorts and towns on the southern half of the east coast.
Now that two out of the three Montgomery siblings were no longer children, they were ruthlessly stalked on social media—especially Connor because of his wild antics and movie star looks, while his brother had a reputation for being a womanizing asshole.
Not that she would ever take part in that sort of gossip. One, she didn’t care about Connor’s money or his reputation. Two, she felt terrible for his family, especially considering his mother had recently revealed that she had been diagnosed with a new form of breast cancer and wanted to raise awareness as well as money to fund the research for the cure.
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