The Billionaire Bachelor - Box Set: The Billionaire's Hunt - A Complete Ten Book Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Well, after we say our vows, I’m all yours for the rest of our lives to do whatever you’d like with. I’d prefer not to be beaten, though.” Drake laughed.

  “You can’t even schedule your own work lunches. How on earth did you make all of this happen?”

  It was true; Drake had relied on Sam to schedule most of his life for the past five years. But he hadn’t planned the whole wedding alone. Colin and Scarlett had been huge helps in the process. Even Samantha herself had helped with the process, although she thought she was planning a wedding that wouldn’t happen for a few months still.

  “You know I’m pretty damn determined when something is important to me. And you are important to me. I knew that I wanted to marry you, and I knew I didn’t need months to plan a wedding. As soon as you told me you were ready to get married, I went right to work. I hope you are happy with the plan.”

  Samantha squeezed his hand and tried her hardest not to cry. This was exactly why she needed to talk to Drake before the wedding. She had to hear his words, his love, his heart behind planning the event so quickly. She was ready now to walk down the aisle and marry the man of her dreams.

  “Thank you, Drake. Now get back out there; I’ll be down to meet you in a minute,” Samantha said as she squeezed his hand one last time and then let it go again.

  Colin and Scarlett were standing behind Drake, and they both had tears in their eyes as they had been listening in on the conversation. It was a true love story, and everyone involved couldn’t wait to see Drake and Samantha say their vows to one another.

  Scarlett went with Drake back out to the yard as Colin waited for Samantha so he could bring her back over to her father. Scarlett took her seat near the other six women, who had spent the week with Drake. They were all excited to have been invited to the wedding and were genuinely happy for Drake and Sam.

  Scarlett knew that Drake was worried about the ladies being at his wedding, but Samantha wasn’t. Scarlett and Samantha had talked about that week many times, and Sam was happy it had happened. She often said it was one of the biggest turning points in her life.

  “Are you ready?” Colin said, opening the kitchen door.

  “I’m ready,” Samantha said as she ran her fingers under her eyes. “How’s my makeup?”

  Despite not wanting to spend two hours getting her hair and makeup done, Samantha was happy she had agreed to Scarlett’s demand. Sam’s hair was perfectly styled for the wedding she had always dreamed of, and she hoped she hadn’t ruined her makeup too badly with all the crying over the last few minutes.

  “It’s perfect,” Colin said as they walked back to where her father was sitting. “Wait for the music, and then I’ll open the double doors for you to come in. Walk slowly and take your time. This is your moment, and everyone is going to want to see you.”

  “Thank you, Colin,” Sam said as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

  “You’re welcome. Now let’s make a beautiful wedding.”

  Samantha stood with her father as they waited for the music to start. She had dreamed about her wedding day all of her life. Even when she had tried not to think about finding a man or love, Sam had sometimes still thought of her wedding day and what it might be like. She had never imagined a huge event and had never wanted a large wedding.

  Everything was absolutely as she had dreamed it would be, and she couldn’t have imagined anything different. She was happy and excited to be marrying her best friend. Sam was overjoyed at the care and effort he had put into planning everything out too. He had really stepped up and shown her that he wasn’t going to sit back and let her do everything all the time. For the first time in her life, Sam saw a future for herself that included a husband and hopefully children. She felt like she was in the middle of a dream and hoped she could live the rest of her life right there in that perfection.

  The music started, and her father held out his arm for her to grab onto. They walked slowly to the double doors and waited for Colin to open them.

  “Congratulations on the rest of your life,” her father said.

  “Daddy, I’m so happy.”

  “It only gets better from here, darling. You are going to have one amazing life.”

  Colin swung the doors open, and everyone stood up to watch as Samantha and her father walked down the aisle. The music played softly in the background, and Sam took the time to look everyone in the eyes and smile at them as she made her way toward Drake at the front of the aisle.

  They were all happy for her. It wasn’t something Sam had experienced much in her life, but everyone was looking at her and smiling from ear to ear. Sam felt more blessed than she ever thought possible.

  As she made her way down the aisle, she saw family members and close business associates. She saw friends of Drake’s and friends of hers; she even saw the ladies that had stayed with Drake for the week when he was trying to find love.

  Many people wouldn’t understand why Samantha was so fond of that group of seven women, but she loved them all dearly. Each of them had something special that Sam admired, and that was why they had been chosen to come and spend the week with Drake.

  Their intelligence, humor, and other personality traits were pieces of what Samantha knew Drake wanted in a partner. It had opened Sam’s eyes to see those women and learn that although Drake wanted each of those personality traits, he wanted something much more from a partner in life. Drake wanted something that you couldn’t always see when filling out a questionnaire. He wanted a partner.

  It was something Drake had talked about over and over throughout the search process. He had looked for a woman that could be his partner in life, and Sam would always be grateful for the women who took a week out of their busy lives to help both Drake and Sam realize that they were the perfect partners for each other.

  Sam didn’t hold any jealousy toward those women and would always welcome them into her home. It was their day-long dates with Drake that had changed everything and allowed him to see what he really wanted in his life.

  Samantha stood in front of Drake with her hands in his as the pastor started the wedding ceremony. She couldn’t have thought of any other moment in her life that she would be as happy as she was at that very second.

  Drake looked into his new bride’s eyes and couldn’t help thinking that he was the luckiest man in the world. The woman that he loved and cherished had agreed to be his wife. She was standing there with him in front of all their friends and family, and they were about to pronounce their love for each other.

  It was a happy day.

  As the pastor said the vows and Samantha and Drake repeated them, they both had tears welling up in their eyes. Not only had they found the love of their lives, but they had found it in each other. It was their own fairy tale wedding, and they couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives together.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the pastor said. “You may kiss the bride.”

  Drake grabbed his new wife and dipped her down toward the ground as he kissed her gently. The group of their friends and family erupted into applause as they cheered the joining of Drake Leblanc and Samantha Holt in wedded bliss.

  THE END

  AS A SPECIAL THANKS, YOU RECEIVE THE FIRST BOOK OF AN HER NEW SERIES AS WELL! HAVE FUN WITH “USED by HIM”!

  USED

  by Him

  The By Him-Series Vol. 1

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Copyright © 2016 by Sarah J. Brooks

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Facebook: Sarah J. Brooks

  Do You Want More Than Fifteen FREE BOOKS For You?!

  Dear Reader,

  don’t forget to grab your Bonus! Sign up for my email list so that you will never miss a new release and even get new kindle boo
ks for FREE!

  Furthermore, you will get access to my more than FIFTEEN ROMANCE E-BOOKS, that are ONLY available for subscribers of my email list!

  Get Your Personal Copies NOW!

  Click here to get instant access!

  Or visit: https://jsf-success.leadpages.co/billionaire-teacher/

  With love and gratitude,

  Sarah

  Table of contents

  Do You Want More Than Fifteen FREE BOOKS For You?!

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Of course you can read each series individually as well:

  One

  “Crap!” Chelsea muttered as her bag strap broke.

  The impact of bumping into something hard resulted in the damaged handbag. If she weren’t in the hotel lobby, she would have sworn it was a brick wall. She knew better. Mumbling an apology she tried to grip the paper folder as it slipped through her fingers. The bag slid from her shoulder, falling with a soft thud, while the contents of the file folder scattered on the marble floor.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, stooping to retrieve her property.

  She had been hastening to her interview with her eyes cast down. As she reached to retrieve the files, a sneakered foot stepped on the documents, smearing them. The foot moved off as she snatched up the paper, brushed it off and gathered her belongings. The owner of the foot did not stop to apologize.

  When she stood, she looked in the direction in which the sneaker had gone and made out the back of a man with long, medium brown hair, which fell off his shoulder. His arms pushed from the sleeveless T-shirt he wore, and she could make out his well-defined triceps. His back was to her so she could not see his face. Nevertheless, she noted how rude he had been, walking away without as much as an apology.

  She watched him for a second and was tempted to run after him, demanding an apology, but she knew she could never do that. She would die first before confronting anyone, let alone a man. Inhaling deeply, she watched him go through the hotel front door with his three companions, similarly dressed in jeans and T-shirt. She noted that one had a cap on backward.

  Gripping her handbag to her chest, she straightened her back, continuing forward. This was Chelsea Downing’s first job interview. If things went well, she would be the assistant to the manager for Colt Montgomery, the rock star. She was nervous as it was, and now her letter of referral was ruined. She’d traveled several thousand miles to attend one last interview for the position, and some ill-mannered turd had ruined her letter.

  She paused to smooth her mid-calf, blue and red plaid skirt, which flared at the hem. Adjusting her glasses, she examined herself. A frown formed on her forehead as she made out a small spot on her baby blue button down cotton blouse, right above the left breast. Briefly, she closed her eyes and hoped it was only visible to her.

  She looked around the Violet Diamond Hotel lobby before heading towards the elevator. There were only three minutes left of her time. With hurried steps, she hoped that she could find the suite in time and not end up being late. That would be one more strike against her. When she reached the elevator, it was closing, and she slipped in just in time. Two men were in there, dressed in similar garb as her sneaker foot paper smearer. The description made her smile. One of the men eyed her, and she cast her eyes down with hunched shoulders.

  “Where to?” someone asked, and she glanced quickly in the direction of the voice.

  “23,” her voice came out in almost a whisper.

  She continued her downward gaze and hoped no one would talk to her. When the doors parted, she let out a quiet, shaky breath and scurried through the door. The two fellows also exited. She continued down the hall, stopping at each door, checking the numbers.

  “273,” she whispered as she passed by room 269. “273,” she repeated.

  She moved along until she was standing in front of Suite 273. She double checked the address on a piece of paper and smiled. Her knees were wobbly, and her stomach churned, but she inhaled deeply, reaching a hand out to press the small white button.

  Before she touched it, a hand reached out and swiped a card. There was a click, and the door opened a crack. Her emerald eyes darted up and made contact with soft brown ones. She gasped softly and stepped back.

  The young man, about six feet with sandy blond hair that reached a few inches above his shoulder, smiled and opened the door. “Are you Chelsea? Reid is expecting you,” he said.

  “Tha—thank you,” she stuttered, nodding before cautiously stepping inside.

  “I’m Tony, a member of the band,” he said, moving past her into the expansive suite.

  A man was sitting at a desk in a corner, chatting on the phone. She assumed him to be Reid Richards, the one she was there to see. He beckoned to her, pointing to the sofa a few feet away. She observed him. His hair was a few shades darker than Tony’s and was receding from the hairline. His was dressed in a dark blue suit, sporting a gold and diamond watch.

  Chelsea’s eyes darted around the room. It was larger than most apartments. Certainly larger than the studio her friend Molly lived in. There were two doors to the right and another two to the left. She assumed they were bedrooms. Straight ahead, she could make out another area, similar to the one she was sitting in. Off to the left was a kitchenette and on the right was a mini bar.

  She perched her derriere on the edge of the beige sofa as she waited for Reid to complete his telephone conversation. Tony had disappeared through one of the doors. She felt strange and out of place.

  New York was not a place she liked. It was different from the small town of Norbury, Virginia, where she was born. This was her first time being away from home, which was a little bit daunting for her. She’d always dreamed of leaving after her friend Molly ran away. However, the reality was far different from her fantasies. New York was not what she envisioned. The smells were different, the noise deafening, and the people quite rude. A twinge of annoyance settled in her chest at the memory of her sneaker attacker.

  The great thing about this job was that the band was always on tour, traveling around the country and sometimes abroad. They would be in New York another two weeks before moving on to another city. That meant she would not be stuck in one place for too long.

  Reid hung up the phone and stood, a smile spreading across his face. She could tell it was practiced, but she had prepared a bright one of her own. He sauntered over, straightened his jacket before fixing his sleeves.

  “Chelsea, I presume?” It was more of a statement than a question.

  He reached a hand out, and she took it. It was neither warm nor cold, just neutral temperature. He clasped her smaller one tightly, gave it a firm shake and then let it go.

  “Yes,” she said in her soft voice.

  “I’m Reid Richards, we spoke on the phone,” he said, taking a seat opposite her.

  His eyes traveled over her attire and came back to rest on her face. His smile hadn’t faded, but she could see that his lips were where the smile ended. His eyes were icy titanium, and they perused her sharply.

  “I’ve prepared a room for you next door,” he said. “I can move you to a lower floor if you prefer. Where is your luggage?” he raised a brow.

  “I—it’s—well, I thought this was an interview,” she replied, trying not to meet his eyes.

  “We passed that phase on the phone. You checked out, so we’re good to go.”

  He looked her up and down again, and her stomach did that little lurch which annoyed her so much. She felt a single stream of cold sweat leave her neck and trickle down her back. She squirmed at the tingle on her skin.

  “Look, Chelsea, can I call you that, or would you prefer Miss Downing?” he paused and stared at her.

  “Ch—Chelsea is fi—fine,” she stuttered and blinked nervously.

  “Chelsea, I get that you’re a country g
irl, new to the city, but you have got to lose those clothes.”

  Her heart took a leap up to her mouth, and she sprang to her feet, clutching her bag and file to her chest. What is this? she inwardly screamed. I never signed up for this. She wanted to bolt, but Reid was speaking again, and her mind went back to his voice.

  “Easy now,” Reid’s voice softened, and he extended a hand. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I mean, you need to dress differently for the job. You know, more suited to the position.”

  A snicker sounded behind her, and Reid’s eyes peered past her. “It’s not like it makes a difference. It wouldn’t do any good anyway,” the voice was base chord, slightly gruff with a scornful tone.

  She turned slowly to see who it was. She knew it wasn’t Tony’s, so it must be someone else. Tony had spoken to her, and his voice was softer, clearer. She hadn’t heard anyone enter and was curious who it was that was mocking her.

  It was the guy with the long brown hair. So now, she got a good look at his face. Angular features, she noted, with a day-old stubble and fleshy pink lips. Her eyes traveled downward. She recalled the black muscle shirt and jeans. Her eyes dropped to his feet, and it was the same pair of sneakers. She would recognize them anywhere. She might be country, but she knew those sneakers were special edition from a famous sports legend. She had followed the latest trends in fashion and had briefly entertained the thought of working with a design company.

  With a Bachelor of Science in Communication, she had to keep her options open. Though she didn’t dress the part, she was versed on the latest in music, fashion, and movies.

  A small spark of anger within her chest quickly replaced her nervousness. She could feel the heat flush her skin, and she gritted her teeth. The guy smirked and sauntered away, disappearing in one of the rooms.

  “Don’t listen to him, Colt has a huge chip on his shoulder,” Reid’s voice snapped her back.