Fake Bride: A Billionaire Boss Fake Marriage Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  “Very well. I expect you narrowed down the options for me?”

  “I did.” Again, she shuffled through the papers until she pulled out a folder and handed it to me. “I’ve chosen ten of the top candidates, based on their level of proficiency in the languages you specified, whether they had criminal records, and of course, their overall compatibility with you, sir.”

  I nodded. Since I planned to take quite a few trips overseas, to negotiate the expansion of my company, I needed someone who was comfortable speaking a wide array of different languages.

  “Are these in any specific order?”

  “They are. I put them in order from most qualified to least qualified.”

  “Perfect. Thanks, Cassidy. That’ll be all for now. Once I’ve made my decision, I’ll let you know so you can expedite the hiring process.”

  “Of course, sir.” It took her a second to realize that I wanted her out of my office, but when she did, it was like someone had zapped her with a cattle prod. She jumped forward, scooping the papers into her arms, and scampered out of the room.

  I chuckled slightly before I opened the folder of applications.

  To my surprise, Hope’s picture stared at me.

  Hope Griffith

  Masters in Language Studies from Columbia University.

  Proficient in Spanish, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, and Italian.

  Spent five years as a medical translator.

  Spent two years in Paraguay in a Red Cross Relief Program.

  Currently working as a freelance translator.

  So, this is what Hope has been up to since I’ve been gone. Carefully, I slid out her small, passport-sized photo from under the paperclip, staring into those bright green eyes of hers. Even though her face had grown more mature and her hairstyle had changed, those eyes were still exactly the same as I remembered them. Vibrant. Full of life.

  I stared at the photograph for a long time, like I was committing it to memory.

  So, I saw her at the first night club I went to. Then, she just happens to show up on my desk as the best-qualified applicant. It almost felt like fate was slapping me in the face.

  This couldn’t be a mere coincidence.

  Maybe, this was my chance to make everything right again.

  Still, I couldn’t just hire her without at least considering all the other applicants. In comparison, however, everyone else looked sub par. Or, maybe, I was just biased. Whatever the case, Hope seemed to be the best person for the job. Now, the question was, would she be willing to take the job if she knew she had to travel the world with me?

  Something in my gut told me ‘no.’

  She probably wanted nothing to do with me. I didn’t blame her. Ten years ago, I had up and left without saying a word. I just couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye.

  Making my decision, I paged Cassidy back into the room.

  She appeared a few moments later, a coffee cup in her hand and her tablet in the crook of her arm. The charging cable was still hanging from it.

  I raised an eyebrow in question, causing her to look down and realize she hadn’t properly unplugged the device. She blushed slightly, trying to remedy the situation without spilling the coffee. Things didn’t go very well.

  “Cassidy. It’s fine.” I told her before she could stain my brand-new carpet.

  Still flustered, she placed the coffee cup in front of me. “Two sugars and a splash of cream, just the way you like it, sir.”

  “Thank you.” I took a sip, but the coffee was still bitter. Even so, I faked a smile, knowing that if I expressed any displeasure, Cassidy would fret about it for weeks. “It’s good.”

  She beamed with pride before she stood at attention in front of my desk, waiting for me to say something.

  “I’ve made my decision about the interpreter.”

  “That was quick.”

  “The choice was obvious.” I handed her back the folder. “I’ve marked who it is. Please give them a call and see if they can start Monday morning.”

  She nodded. “Right away sir.”

  With that, she left my office, about to give my ex-girlfriend a call.

  ***

  By the end of the day, I had gone through so many budget reports and other mundane paperwork that I had practically forgotten about Hope.

  The only thing I could think about was getting home and enjoying a few laps in the pool. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had gone swimming. Work was really starting to take its toll.

  I glanced at the time. It was approaching 10 P.M. Most of my employees had clocked out hours ago. Even Cassidy had gone home early. If I had to guess, the only people still left in the building were the security guards and a couple of janitors.

  With my body feeling stiff, I got up and stretched. I definitely needed to fit in a good workout before I went to bed tonight. My joints cracked. I was getting old… At thirty-two, I was no longer the energetic eighteen-year-old I used to be when I was dating Hope. Back in those days, I felt like I could take on the whole world. But when I tried, I found out how wrong I truly was.

  In the elevator, I rode alone to the garage level. I was about to walk over to my car when the sounds of the city piqued my interest. Maybe it would do me some good to take a walk around town.

  So, I climbed the stairs to the ground level, stepping out onto the city streets. Baltimore was a lot like New York. No matter what time of day it was, there were always people out and about.

  With my hands in my pockets, I walked along the strip. People spilled into and out of the various bars and dance clubs. Women dressed in scanty clothing winked at me, but I paid them no mind. Instead, I watched the few stars that twinkled despite the bright city lights.

  Hope had never been a big fan of the city. She preferred when we drove out to the countryside and laid under the stars. I wonder what happened to that meadow. They probably tore it up and used it as a location for a housing complex or something by now. That’s what happened to most of the rural areas surrounding the city. It’s a shame, really.

  “Hey, handsome.” A woman tumbled out of a bar and practically fell into my arms. I held her tight, just so she wouldn’t topple over. It wasn’t even midnight and already this woman seemed to be drunk out of her mind. “Why don’t you come inside with me and you can buy me a drink?” She asked, her fingers tightening around my jacket’s lapel.

  Before her foul breath could make me sick, I pushed her toward a nearby bench, trying to sit her down. “I’m not interested.”

  She started to protest, but then her heel got caught on a sidewalk crack, causing her to fall down. Her body seemed to crumble as she laid there. I had no doubt she would pass out in a moment’s notice.

  “You always did have a knack for attracting the drunk ones.” A deep voice I hadn’t heard in quite a while sounded behind me.

  I turned around quickly, surprised to see my old Navy buddy standing there, wearing clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed since they were bought.

  “Derek?” I asked, finding it hard to recognize him. When we were both in the Navy Seals, he had always kept up with his appearance. Clean shaven. Immaculate uniform. Perfect posture. Not a single hair out of place. Now, all that was gone, replaced by a scruffy beard, tattered clothes, slouched shoulders, and a head of matted hair. “What the hell happened to you man?”

  “Things have been rough…” He said, rubbing his hands together like he was cold. “You know, I was hoping to run into you.”

  I raised my eyebrow, suddenly suspicious. Shortly after we retired from service, I started my business, finding success in the blink of an eye. I just got lucky, really. Derek, on the other hand, had no such luck. He had a hard time finding and keeping a job. The money it took to treat his PTSD and war-induced depression drove him to bankruptcy. In the end, he swallowed his pride and called me, asking for some money, just so he could get back on his feet.

  I was happy to comply. So, I started funding him with a monthly allo
wance meant to pay rent and other expenses. But after he missed payment for three consecutive months, I had Cassidy run a report on him, only to find he had been arrested on charges of drug possession. I instantly stopped sending him money. I wasn’t about to pay for him to waste his life away.

  “You have to help me.”

  “And, why should I? The last time I tried, you wasted all my money on cocaine.”

  He shook his head, getting closer. “I don’t do that no more.”

  “I’m not an idiot Derek.”

  “Seriously. Just, a few thousand. That’s all I need. I’ll go to rehab. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” He reached out to grab me, but I quickly stepped away.

  “If you’re so adamant about turning your life around, why are you hanging around bars?” I shook my head, my lips pressed together in disappointment. “Call me when you’re actually ready to get your life together. And when your breath stops reeking of booze.”

  I was about to step past him when he grabbed me by the wrist. “You can’t do this. You owe me for saving your life.”

  “And, I’ve repaid that debt,” I said firmly, jerking my hand away.

  Without another word, I turned on my heels, heading back to the garage.

  “You’re going to regret this. Your luck will run out eventually, Andre.”

  Chapter 3 (Hope)

  “Darla!” I screamed, clinging onto my seat as she took a sharp turn, blowing the red light. A car honked angrily at her, having narrowly avoided colliding with her back bumper.

  “What? There’s no sign saying I can’t turn on red.” She responded like she had done nothing wrong.

  “Yes, there was. Even if there wasn’t, you’re supposed to look and see if cars are coming first.”

  She scoffed. “What do you know? You don’t even have a license.”

  “And whoever gave you yours was obviously insane.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Keep insulting my driving and see if it won’t get you kicked out.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  I kept my mouth shut. I wouldn’t put anything past her, including leaving me on the side of the road when I desperately needed to get to work on time. I still couldn’t believe I had slept through my alarm. I guess I was so nervous about starting this new job that I hadn’t been able to fall asleep at first.

  “Will music calm you down?”

  “No!” I said quickly, but it was already too late.

  The car filled with country music. Her small Honda shook as she nearly blew out her speakers.

  “Seriously, Darla! Turn it off!” I tried to adjust the volume, but she slapped my hand away, singing along with the deep-toned musicians singing about their red pickup trucks. How could she stand to listen to this?

  To my horror, she dropped me off at Periodic’s headquarters with the music still blasting. A few well-dressed individuals shot me pointed glares, making my cheeks burn.

  “Bye honey! Have a wonderful day!” She screamed before finally driving away.

  I wished I could have a moment to compose myself, but I really didn’t have any time to spare. Taking a deep breath, I held my head up high and walked through the reflective glass doors. Inside, I was met with nothing but luxury and wealth. Shiny, marble floors. Twenty-foot ceilings. Gold-plated elevator doors. And, for whatever reason, a full-fledged water fountain in the middle of the lobby. The owner of this company definitely had a lot of money to blow on his extravagant tastes. Speaking of which, whoever the owner was, he liked to keep his identity a secret. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with anything concrete about the CEO. I sure hope I wasn’t stepping right into some sort of a scam.

  “Hello! How may I help you?” A friendly receptionist beckoned me forward. It was only then that I realized I had been standing in the middle of the lobby, gawking like an idiot.

  “Hello. Sorry. My name is Hope Griffith. I’m here to interview for the interpreter position.”

  “Oh. Right. Right. Mr. Moore has been expecting you.”

  The name made me reel back a bit. It was just a coincidence, right? There were plenty of people with the last name Moore.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No. No.” I answered quickly. “Although, may I ask who might Mr…” I hesitated. “…Moore… be.” It felt strange to say the name aloud. At some point in my life, I fantasized about what it would feel like to be Hope Moore, but now, all that name did was bring back bad memories. Countless nights alone in my bed, staring at my phone, praying he would give me a call, just so I could hear his voice one more time. Or, trying to get over him, only to wake up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, dreaming of all the terrible things that might have happened to him.

  “He’s the CEO of the company. I was instructed to send you directly to his office.” She smiled. “You’ll want to take elevator A up to the 32nd floor. There, you’ll see Ms. Frank’s desk, his personal assistant. Be sure to check in with her first and then she’ll direct you to Mr. Moore’s office.”

  I nodded, a sinking feeling quickly developing in my stomach. My mind recalled my night at the club where I had seen him. Or at least, I think I did. I was starting to doubt myself, even though I could distinctly remember those dark eyes locking with mine, even if only for a second.

  As I waited for the elevator, I tried to clear my mind. The last thing I needed was to go through a job interview, thinking about an ex-boyfriend I may or may not have seen the other night.

  I took a deep breath, finding my center. And people say yoga is useless…

  The elevator dinged at its arrival and I stepped inside along with a few other people. Most of them were well dressed, surpassing my plain white blouse and black pencil skirt. Had I known the dress code was this fancy, I would have worn my pant suit. Feeling a little self-conscious, I stepped into the corner, trying to disappear.

  I was starting to think that applying to this job wasn’t such a good idea.

  On the way up, people got off at their respective floors until I was the only one left. It was a somewhat lonely experience, but luckily, I was almost there.

  As I approached the 32nd floor, I adjusted my posture and ran a hand over my hair, just in case there were any strands with their own opinion. I rolled my shoulders, mentally telling myself to relax. It was just an interview. Everything would be fine.

  The doors opened.

  Immediately to the left was a large desk cluttered with various papers. The printer rumbled as it spewed out more and more documents. With each new page it printed, it shook the entire desk, making the snow globes that lined the top of it shake ever so slightly. The sparkly snow was constantly jostling back and forth.

  I barely noticed the small woman hunched over the papers. Her beige-colored uniform practically made her blend in.

  “Um, excuse me,” I said, hoping I wasn’t interrupting her from something.

  At the sound of my voice, she jolted in her seat, a couple of sticky notes stuck to her cheek. “Oh my…” She patted the desk as if looking for something, her eyes growing wide. “They were right here…” She mumbled. “I just wrote it down… how could I misplace it already?”

  “Um… ma’am.”

  She looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. She lifted her hand to scratch the side of her face. Doing so, she noticed the sticky notes and took them off, along with a bit of her foundation.

  I kept my mouth shut.

  She glanced at the colorful pieces of paper and then up at me before she finally clapped her hands together in understanding. “Oh! You must be Ms. Griffith! We’re excited to have you on board!”

  “What? I thought this was an interview? I already have the job?”

  The woman nibbled her lip. “Oh dear. Did I not make that clear during our conversation? I thought I explicitly pointed out that you’d be starting on Monday – today.”

  “You did… I just thought there’d be an interview or so
mething…” I knew I should have just kept quiet and accepted that I had already gotten the job, but something about this whole thing seemed rather suspicious.

  “Oh… Well, in any case, Mr. Moore has been eager to finally meet you. Let me just check if he’s available and then you should be all set to go in and talk to him.” She emerged from behind her desk, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about Mr. Moore, he looks tougher than he actually is… that’s not to say he isn’t tough… he is… but you know, don’t fret about it… sorry, I’m rambling. You’ll do great!”