My Billionaire Fake Fiancé
Beaky Tiki Series Book One
Elyse Riggs
To all of us who would rather be at the beach right now sipping something delicious out of a coconut.
Contents
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
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Epilogue
About the Author
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters and events in this book are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2020 by Elyse Riggs
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Description
Start with a sassy pastry chef. Add a cocky billionaire. Throw in a fake engagement. Let the games begin.
Kaylee
I have one rule. I don't date tourists. Ever. Because vacation boyfriends never last. But my life is a hot mess. So much so that my friends throw me a love-life intervention. Never heard of that? Me neither. I may have a problem.
So I decide to break my rule just one time because the tourist is unbelievably sexy. Hey, it's more of a guideline than an actual rule. What's the worst that can happen?
Cue Chase Covington, the relationship-averse billionaire who blows into my life like a category five hurricane.
My Billionaire Fake Fiance is a full-length, standalone romantic comedy with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a HEA.
Chapter One
Kaylee
I watch the sun set over the horizon as I hold my shoes in my hand and cross the vast expanse of sand between my work and the Beaky Tiki. The Beaky Tiki is the beach bar I’m meeting my friends at.
Okay, so it’s not a vast expanse of beach. It’s probably only four tenths of a mile or so. The sun just set, and everything is starting to cool down.
It feels amazing to be outside after working in a hot kitchen all day. The sea breeze plays with my hair as my feet pad across the white, soft sand.
The Beaky Tiki bar is my favorite place in the world. It’s an honest-to-goodness, square-shaped, thatch roof structure situated on the sand overlooking the ocean.
Soon, I spot it. The signature lit tiki torches that stand like sentries around the perimeter flicker dramatically.
As I approach, I hear the sound of top forty music playing on the sound system mixed with the not-too-distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. This place is my idea of heaven.
Fi and Angie’s smiling faces greet me as I arrive and then girl’s night officially begins. I grin as I pull out my chair.
The table we’re sitting at is within the bounds of the tiny, decorative picket fence area of the bar, but barely. We are on the ocean side, off to ourselves. It’s our favorite table.
From this vantage point, I can see the silhouettes of couples walking the beach in the distance. The Beaky Tiki Bar is more than just a bar and grill to me. It’s my home base, my happy place, my safe zone.
I work nearby at one of the most exclusive beach resorts in the country, so my trek here is a very enjoyable evening commute.
The waiter appears like magic. We order drinks and the appetizers flow. Tonight, it’s crispy mozzarella sticks and chips and salsa. My mouth waters as I smell the intoxicating aroma of the delicious food. I’m grateful Fi and Angie ordered early, since I worked through lunch.
We call it girls’ night, but honestly, we do this most nights of the week. And sometimes for lunch.
After the second round of drinks, I grow a little suspicious. Something about tonight feels different. I have a feel for these things. And it feels like Fi and Angie are up to something.
There’s only one way to find out. I grab my drink and hold it up in the air to toast. Fi and Angie hoot and do the same. It’s getting downright rowdy at our table. We drink.
“You guys never told me what we’re celebrating,” I say, fishing around for whatever it is that I’m missing as I set my drink back down on the wooden table.
Angie plays coy after my question. She finishes her drink and then puts her own glass on the table with a satisfying thud. “Why we’re here,” she smirks. Then she cocks her head at me. “I don’t understand the question. Why do we need a reason? We do this all the time.”
“Exactly,” I answer, narrowing my eyes at her suspiciously. “So tell me, why does tonight feel different?”
Angie and Fi both grin at me, and then I know for sure something is up. I knew it. I study their faces in the warm glow of the tiki torches.
“Welcome to your intervention,” they chime in unison.
What the hell? Now I know they’re messing with me. I laugh out loud and point at the three now-empty drink glasses on the table. “Well, we might as well make it a threesome intervention, then, because it looks like you guys are keeping pace with me just fine.”
Fi laughs. “This is not an intervention for drinking. It’s a love life intervention.”
“Kaylee Love, we are gathered here today to raise your love life from the depths of the sea.” Fi stands up dramatically and raises her voice and her arms like she’s summoning something out of the depths of the
