Hot Jerk
Alphalicious Billionaires
Lindsey Hart
CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
BOOK DESCRIPTION
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
Chapter 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
EPILOGUE
HOT NEW NEIGHBOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
COPYRIGHT
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical or electronic, including photocopying or recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, or transmitted by email without permission in writing from the publisher. While all attempts and efforts have been made to verify the information held within this publication, neither the author nor the publisher assumes any responsibility for errors, omissions, or opposing interpretations of the content herein. The book is for entertainment purposes only. The views expressed are those of the author alone and should not be taken as expert instruction or commands.
Copyright © Passion House Publishing Ltd 2020
All rights reserved.
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Edits by Charmaine Tan. Cover by Cosmic Letterz.
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BOOK DESCRIPTION
I was hired to find the cocky A-hole THE perfect wife.
What was not in this job description was kissing the future groom.
Much less have a one-night stand with him.
But guess what, he made me break all those rules... freaking one by one.
He made me forget what was on the line if I fail this job.
How much I stand to lose if anyone finds out I slept with the client.
Cliff
Why should I get married and tie myself down to only one woman when I could have them all.
Who wants to get burned all over again in this stupid game of love.
But of course, my parents had other ideas.
It's either follow their wishes or lose the company I have worked my ass off to expand.
When I am introduced to my little curvy very off-limits miss matchmaker,
The process to find my unicorn of a future wife does not seem so bad after all.
Especially when I am on the way to perfecting my art of pissing her off with each one of my failed dates.
I know I'm probably well on the way to getting kicked in the nuts,
And disowned by my parents,
But I just can't seem to behave when she is around.
CHAPTER 1
Cliff
“You’re disowned, Cliff. Disowned! D-I-S-OWNED.”
For the record, I’ve heard this before. Always from my mom, never from my dad. Usually, when she has the disinherited conversations with me, my dad isn’t around. Not because he doesn’t know what’s going on or that she’s doing it, but because her threats are always idle. She doesn’t mean it. My mom has a heart of pure frickin’ gold, and she’d never cut off her only son. Sure, I’ve pissed her off a fair number of times in the past, and shit got real, real fast, but this is just another tantrum.
Or so I thought until my dad stepped into the room and quietly took a seat on the Italian leather sofa beside my mom. I thought he’d crack a smile at me or give me some encouragement, but so far, all I’m staring at is a brick wall of grim-faced finality.
“Do you hear me, Cliff? You’ve denied me grandbabies for far too long! You’re thirty-three years old. Thirty-three. Thirty-three!” Mom’s tone gets high pitched at the end. She’s the queen of repeating stuff, as though if she does, she’s magically going to get through to me. Mom sniffs dramatically and reaches up to wipe at her eyes. I stiffen because I might be a thirty-three-year-old man but there’s no way I like to see my mom cry. Ever. “We have both come to the conclusion that we are going to have to take drastic measures for you to listen to us. Nothing we’ve done in the past has worked. The only thing that motivates you is money, so we’re cracking down unless you do exactly as we say.”
This has been an ongoing battle since the time my nuts dropped. My mom is frantic about grandbabies, and my dad, though he never shows it, is pretty frantic about the family name dying off. I guess the whole inheritance thing is an issue for them because they’re seriously loaded. Old money, straight up. They both came from large families and from generations of people who protected their money and turned it into more money to pass down to their hardworking offspring who proved themselves worthy of carrying the damn torch.
“You have only had one serious relationship in your life. One! And that was twelve years ago!” Mom is working herself up to her normal theatrics.
All I can do is sit back and wince and try not to think about Amy. If only Mom knew how things ended—mainly with a real shit pile’s worth of pain and heartache for me—maybe she’d understand why casual encounters had become more my thing. Getting burned is one thing. Getting burned like Amy did to me pretty much incinerates a guy’s heart.
“If I hadn’t—that is—if things hadn’t gone wrong when you were born, I would have given you brothers and sisters. You would have had playmates!” Mom says morosely. “As it was, we could only have you, and we have loved you with our whole hearts.”
That is true. My mom and dad loved the crap out of me. It never mattered how busy my dad was with business or how stressed my
