Billionaire's Best Woman - A Standalone Novel (A Billionaire Wedding Romance Love Story) (Billionaires - Book #5)

by Claire Adams

  "What now?" I snapped.

  No one responded. I cranked off the shower spray, wrapped a towel around myself, and stalked into the guest room. No one was there, except three, beautiful dresses hanging over the doors of the antique wardrobe. One was a Ralph Lauren dream in sleek ivory. The next was a bold pattern from Vera Wang.

  "No contest," I whispered as I moved to stand in front of the third dress.

  The classic, Yves Saint Laurent dress was in deep, midnight blue. The tight-fitting corset featured a sweetheart neckline and a satin band before the full skirt billowed to the floor. I knew it was perfect, and I hoped with every fiber of my being that it would knock Penn on his sorry ass.

  #

  I stopped at the bedroom door and opened it a crack to listen. Xavier had arrived, Alice was freshening up downstairs, and we were scheduled to leave for the ball at any minute.

  I turned for the eight hundredth time and gazed at the beautiful dress. It hung untouched in its place on the wardrobe. The tailor had not needed to do any adjustments. The dress fit so perfectly I didn't even need to wear anything under it, no push-up bra, nothing. But, still, I was wrapped in a robe and the dress was on a hanger.

  I couldn't go. Penn already thought I was shallow and materialistic. There was no way I could enjoy the spectacular dress, navigate the opulence of a high society charity function, and prove to him that I was more like him than anything.

  It was insane and my hands reached out to the dress again, but I pulled back and stayed strong. What I really wanted from the evening was to spend time with Penn. The real Penn, not the Penn that was constantly harping on how dependent people were on images.

  "What is she waiting for? Her fairy godmother?" I heard Penn snap.

  "Don't be unkind," Xavier said. "You have a beautiful woman dressing up just to spend the evening with you. Trust me, it's worth waiting for."

  I heard Alice join them with a throaty giggle. "Oh, stop, Xavier. You're embarrassing Penn."

  "I'm not embarrassed. I'm just trying to figure out where he gets off telling me how to be kind," Penn said.

  "Your father is a very kind man, Penn." Alice's voice was soft but firm. "I know you remember good times, too. So, we have our dark memories and we haven't been the closest family these last few years. Maybe that's a good thing because it means you two can start fresh. Just think how amazing that would be-a fresh start and our family all back together."

  "And expanding," Xavier said. "Just wait until you see the dress that Corsica chose."

  "If she ever comes out," Penn groaned.

  Alice cleared her throat. "Be nice, Penn. For goodness sake, I don't know how she puts up with you."

  I leaned my head on the door. I should have known that Xavier had made suggestions and helped select my wardrobe choices. He was thoughtful and kind, but his son was determined to remember only the very worst of him.

  Now Penn was fuming because he was so used to thinking he was better than his father, and here was Alice pointing out it wasn't true.

  Penn stomped down the hallway. In a panic, I vaulted over the bed and spun around to pretend I had just come from the bathroom. I had done my hair and make-up before I came to my senses, but it was too late to undo the elaborate upsweep style now.

  "Corsica?" Penn knocked hard. "I'm coming in."

  I crossed my arms over the robe. "I thought we agreed that since this is a business deal, I would have my privacy."

  "This is my room," he said.

  "Only because you insisted I get ready in here," I hissed. "As if your parents would care if I was using the guest room."

  Penn's eyes flew open. "You aren't even dressed yet. Corsica, what are you doing? I thought you'd be dying to go to the fancy snore-fest."

  I deliberately turned away from the siren call of the beautiful gown. "If you're not excited about it, why do you care if I'm ready or not?"

  "We're going with my parents. They're ready to leave," Penn gestured to the door. "Come on, let's go."

  I turned my back on him and faced the bathroom door. "I'm not going. In fact, I was just getting ready to take a bath. Your suite does have the better bathtub."

  Penn's hands were on my shoulders and he spun me around. He was devastatingly handsome in his tailored tuxedo. The crisp black shirt and sleek tuxedo jacket covered up the majority of his tattoos, and I noticed that he had trimmed his beard. It was short and smelled of a bergamot vanilla aftershave that weakened my knees.

  "What are you trying to do?" Penn asked. His dark eyes peered into mine.

  I blinked. "I'm not trying to do anything. I'm telling you that I'd rather stay here and soak in the bathtub with a good book than go to, what did you call it? This 'fancy snore-fest.'"

  "You're lying."

  I looked him straight in the eyes and hoped he saw what I meant with my whole heart. "I would rather stay here and talking about camping and outdoor sports equipment all night than go to this charity ball."

  Penn let go of my shoulders as if I had burned him. "Since when did you make a one-eighty?"

  "I'd tell you that I've enjoyed my summer, especially visiting Pinnacles and camping, but you seem determined to not believe me." I wrapped the robe tighter around me. "Maybe I've changed. Maybe you've helped me figure out who I really am."

  He snorted. "Maybe. And, maybe I should remind you of the high and mighty speech you gave earlier about holding up your end of the deal. We're pretending to be engaged to make my mother happy and to keep my father off my back. So, tonight we're going up the country club together."

  He marched to the door, but stopped when I asked him. "What would you rather do tonight?"

  When Penn didn't answer, I got angry. He slipped out and announced loudly to his parents that I was almost ready. Fine, he wanted to be so blind, that was his problem. I would hold up my end of the deal. I ripped off the robe and slipped into the heavenly dress. The full skirt whispered as it settled around me. I glanced in the mirror, but my only thought was I needed the stunning gown to be my armor.

  I felt Penn's eyes sweep over me for the twentieth time as he helped me out of the limousine later. My cheeks were hot from the glances he'd given me in the car. Xavier and Alice were happily whispering and shooting us knowing looks. My gut twisted as I thought about how disappointed they would be when they found out it was all a lie.

  "I'll save you all the formal introductions," Penn said. "Just look around and enjoy yourself. I'll get us some drinks."

  He left me standing in the arched doorway to the ballroom, and I was glad the dress I chose fit to perfection. It didn't matter that I was now alone or that I was the only woman not sporting blinding amounts of jewelry. I smiled back at the heads that turned my way smiled. I knew how to handle a crowd like the one at the country club. Joshua had taught me well.

  Still, I found myself drifting away from possible conversations. I slowly and casually made my way to the open patio doors. The party spilled out into the night and some guests were even strolling through the darkened gardens.

  "You read my mind," Penn grumbled. He appeared at my elbow and handed me a crystal flute of champagne. "Did you write my name on any silent auction items?"

  "No, but I should have," I said.

  Penn chuckled at my prickly tone. "You'd do that to the penniless black sheep?"

  "Oh, is that who I'm with?" I asked, keeping a pleasant smile in place. "I could have sworn you were my perfect and perfectly fake fiancé. Thanks for the drink."

  "Now what are you mad about?" He sipped his champagne without batting an eye and surveyed the room. A half dozen faces nodded to him.

  I studied him. "You seem to know a lot of people here. How long ago did you cut yourself off from your father?"

  "Not soon enough," he muttered. "I can't believe they are getting married."

  I watched Xavier and Alice strolling arm in arm and felt a twist of jealousy in my chest. They deserved their happiness, while I was faking mine. It was becoming more than I could
bear.

  "Now that your mother is feeling better and they have a wedding of their own to plan, don't you think we could tell the truth?"

  Penn shook his head. "Not yet. It'd look bad."

  I wondered if he meant he would look bad, but his friends joined us and saved me from my dismal thoughts. Phillip, determined to be happily single, brought another round of champagne while Bill and Tamara stood smiling at each other.

  "I know, right? They're disgusting. Happy couples are so strange to me," Phillip said.

  "That doesn't mean you're giving up on being part of a happy couple, does it?" I asked.

  "No, I'm not going in for the Penn Templeton everyone-for-themselves outlook on life." Phillip laughed and took another sip of champagne. "Oops, I mean… Are you having a good time?"

  Phillip's slip-up nagged at me, and I couldn't keep up the polite conversation. "No. I'd never thought I'd prefer some back country camping site, but this just seems so forced."

  I didn't know Penn had been listening to our banter until he leaned over my shoulder. "It's not so bad. Phillip can teach you all his fun society games, like test-the-hair-extensions and spot the Botox injection site."

  I turned to Penn. "Is your last name still Templeton?"

  Alicia appeared at Penn's elbow and slipped an elegant hand through his arm. "You don't know your fiancé's last name?"

  "Stay out of this, Alicia," Penn warned.

  "Out of what?" Alicia tossed her glossy hair. "It's ridiculous for her to pretend she doesn't know you're Penn Templeton, owner and CEO of the largest and most successful outdoor sporting goods retailer. His biggest success is in research and development."

  The willowy heiress winked at me as if the whole subject was incredibly boring and old news. I struggled to return her nonchalance, but my stomach took a sick dive. I handed Phillip my glass of champagne and staggered backwards out of our conversation.

  "Oh, darling, that dress is fantastic, but you don't look so good," Phillip said.

  Alicia tittered. "What an actress! I am impressed. As if you don't know every dime of his multi-billion dollar fortune. Penn's only been all over the headlines since his company made the Forbes list."

  My mind ground in tight circles. I had been in Monterey with Penn and had completely left off keeping up with headlines. My whole summer had been Penn, the mansion that I now realized he had bought himself, and those visits out to Pinnacles. I clung to the tattered memories of our nights around the campfire there, but they burned away under my fierce blush.

  "Am I just some joke to you?" I asked Penn. "Is that why you've been making such a big deal out of me liking nice things? You can have anything, custom-made or designer, so you think it's childish of someone to actually want something?"

  Penn's mouth was a stern, suspicious line. "Frankly, I'm surprised it took you this long to find out. I don't mean to brag, but Alicia was right, my name has been making headlines."

  "I wasn't paying attention to headlines. I was helping you through a family crisis, or was all that just a big joke, too?"

  My voice was getting too loud. I spun and headed out the patio door. "Don't follow me. I just need some air."

  I heard Alicia's silken voice as I retreated. "I knew you two weren't really engaged. Honestly, Penn, she's not your type at all. I can't believe your parents ever fell for it."

  "They fooled me," Phillip said.

  I sucked in my breath and refused to cry. I couldn't let Penn and his friends get any more entertainment out of the poor girl from South Dakota.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Penn - 18

  I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my hand, but I had to admit that I was relieved. Now Corsica knew who I really was, not the penniless black sheep of my family. Except now she saw me as a liar, instead of a self-made man.

  "She really didn't know who you are?" Alicia tittered again, as if it was the most unbelievable thing. "I thought all gold-diggers went straight for the ego, but it seems your country girl was taking a different route."

  "I never told her my last name. It never came up," I said.

  "And not much of a conversationalist, either. Poor Penn," Alicia purred.

  I shook her off. "You couldn't wait to tell her, could you? You knew and you waited until it would be a big scene."

  Alicia smoothed back her hair and surveyed the room. Half a dozen men smiled, nodded, and beckoned to her. "I couldn't let her get her claws any deeper into you. Now you're free to pursue other things. Or people."

  "You're right," I snapped, stepping around Alicia to follow Corsica. "I'm free of a silly lie and now Corsica can get to know the real me."

  All I heard from Alicia was a sharp intake of breath. I was sure she had never expected the conversation to end that way. Alicia had preened and posed, sure I was going to shower her with thanks and love. It made my stomach turn.

  Still, she had a point. It was freeing now that the truth was out. Now Corsica knew I was a billionaire, not that it mattered much. She wasn't going to see any great change in me. I just had to make certain I didn't see a change in her.

  Which would never happen unless I stopped her from leaving. I wove through the country club crowd, trying to be polite, but mostly pushing. Too many people wanted to congratulate me on the Forbes list, offer rich advice, or introduce their lovely daughters. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't see Corsica.

  I spotted her just as she dodged for the side door. Luckily, my parents were nearby and my father stepped in front of her. I was stuck behind an elderly couple and couldn't do anything. Corsica's hands fluttered in front of her face-was she crying?

  My mother pulled out a handkerchief and tucked Corsica into a quiet corner. My heart was in my throat by the time I got close enough to hear what they were saying.

  "It was all a lie. He's been lying to me from the very first night," Corsica said. She balled my mother's handkerchief up and shook her fist. "And I was so stupid. I should have searched the internet for his name, I should have known as soon as he arrived."

  Xavier laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, my dear; I went along with it. It was meant to protect him, not hurt you."

  Corsica's eyes flashed. "Penn didn't need protection from me. Until now. He turned me into the butt of a joke for all his fancy friends."

  "Oh, Corsica, you aren't a joke. If anything, the joke's on Penn. He didn't tell you about his money because he wanted to see how you would feel about him, instead of it. And now that he knows, he's screwed everything up." My mother fixed me with a piercing look. "That doesn't mean you should call the wedding off."

  "Wedding?" Corsica echoed. I waited for her to reveal the extent of my lies, but she didn't. "How can I marry someone I don't even know?"

  Xavier patted her shoulder. "You know the important parts."

  "Like he's a liar," Corsica spat. Then she saw me and struggled to get past my parents to the door.

  "She's right, I'm a liar," I said. It was the only way to stop her. "Corsica and I are not engaged. We met the same night Xavier arrived in San Francisco. I made up our engagement, and she was nice enough to go along with it."

  My mother's eyes glowed with the confirmation that she had known all along. Except for why. "Maybe you made up the lie until you could make it the truth?"

  Corsica stopped dodging and fixed me with a laser bright gaze. "He said it was to make you happy. Like some sort of dying wish. I only went along with it because I knew what a hard road you all had ahead of you."

  "And that is why we love you," my mother said. She wrapped an arm around Corsica.

  Tears brimmed on the edge of her lovely, blue eyes again. "I took advantage of you. I'm sorry."

  "Nonsense." Xavier straightened up and met me eye-to-eye. "One song from you and I would have given you Penn's old garage apartment as a thank you. And you helped us through the worst time."

  My mother tipped her head and studied me. "I think maybe Penn should revaluate what his plan was all along."


  "What plan?" I snapped. "It was supposed to be a fun one-night stand and then all of this happened."

  Alice's expression turned sharp. "Now you're just lying to yourself, Penn. You need to think about the actual truth of your relationship."

  "I should go," Corsica said.

  "You're leaving?" I stepped forward to catch her hands, but she flinched away.

  Then Corsica stepped towards me with a wave of fury that bowled me back on my heels. "I'm not leaving the ball, if that's what you think. I've been alone long enough; I don't have any problem being on my own."

  She swept away in her midnight blue dress, looking regal. The tears were gone and Corsica's expression was set in a pleasant, aloof smile that had more than one head turning.

  "I hate for her to be so lonely," Xavier said, "but, damn, she looks better off alone."

  "Well, let's see how our son does on his own. Something tells me he won't pull it off," Alice said.

  My parents drifted away into pleasant conversations. I heard crystal glasses tinkling as their engagement was celebrated.

  I didn't know what my mother meant by me being alone because I couldn't go more than three feet without someone stopping me to chat.

  "You know, my entire company changed once we hit the Forbes list," an older gentleman said without preamble. I recognized him, but in a vague way connected with my father. "Have you thought about how to preserve what got you there in the first place?"

  "Avoiding events like this," I said.

  I stepped around him and followed Corsica as she meandered through the dining hall. She was stopped here and there for introductions, and her smiling conversations were always effortless. People were seeking out her connections, and my parents happily nodded and waved when she pointed to them as her friends.

  Corsica was at ease in the pretentious company, in a way that I started to envy. It occurred to me more than once as I stalked around the edges of the social event that she was much better suited to my millions than I was.