Bad Bridesmaid
Billionaires Club #11
Elise Faber
BAD BRIDESMAID
BY ELISE FABER
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BAD BRIDESMAID
Copyright © 2021 Elise Faber
Print ISBN-13: 978-1-946140-96-8
Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-946140-95-1
Cover Art by Jena Brignola
Contents
Billionaire’s Club
Billionaire’s Club Cast of Characters
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
Epilogue
Epilogue
Bad Swipe
Billionaire’s Club
Also by Elise Faber
About the Author
Billionaire’s Club
Bad Night Stand
Bad Breakup
Bad Husband
Bad Hookup
Bad Divorce
Bad Fiancé
Bad Boyfriend
Bad Blind Date
Bad Wedding
Bad Engagement
Bad Bridesmaid
Bad Swipe
Billionaire’s Club Cast of Characters
Heroes and Heroines:
Abigail Roberts (Bad Night Stand) — founding member of the Sextant, hates wine, loves crocheting
Jordan O’Keith (Bad Night Stand) — Heather’s brother, former owner of RoboTech
Cecilia (CeCe) Thiele (Bad Breakup) — former nanny to Hunter, talented artist
Colin McGregor (Bad Breakup) — Scottish duke, owner of McGregor Enterprises
Heather O’Keith (Bad Husband) — CEO of RoboTech, Jordan’s sister
Clay Steele (Bad Husband) — Heather’s business rival, CEO of Steele Technologies
Kay (Bad Date) — romance writer, hates to be stood up
Garret Williams (Bad Date) — former rugby player
Rachel Morris (Bad Hookup) — Heather’s assistant, superpowers include being ultra-organized
Sebastian (Bas) Scott (Bad Hookup) — Devon Scott’s brother, Clay’s assistant
Rebecca (Bec) Darden (Bad Divorce) — kickass lawyer, New York roots
Luke Pearson (Bad Divorce) — Southern gentleman, CEO Pearson Energies
Seraphina Delgado (Bad Fiancé) — romantic to the core, looks like a bombshell, but even prettier on the inside
Tate Connor (Bad Fiancé) — tech genius, scared to be burned by love
Lorelai (Bad Text) — drunk texts don’t make her happy
Logan Smith (Bad Text) — former military, sometimes drunk texts are for the best
Kelsey Scott (Bad Boyfriend) — Bas and Devon’s sister, engineer at RoboTech, brilliant
Tanner Pearson (Bad Boyfriend) — Bas and Devon’s childhood friend, photographer
Trix Donovan (Bad Blind Date) — Heather’s sister, Jordan’s half-sister, nurse who worked in war zones, poverty-stricken areas, and abroad for almost a decade
Jet Hansen (Bad Blind Date) — a doctor Trix worked with
Molly Miller (Bad Wedding) — owner of Molly’s, a kickass bakery in San Francisco
Jackson Davis (Bad Wedding) — Molly’s ex-fiancé
Kate McLeod (Bad Engagement) — Kelsey’s college friend, advertiser extraordinaire, loves purple and Hermione Granger
Jaime Huntingon (Bad Engagement) — vet, does excellent man-bun
Heidi Greene (Bad Bridesmaid) — science, organization, and Twilight nerd
Brad Huntington (Bad Bridesmaid) — travel junkie, dreamy hazel eyes, hidden sweet side
Additional Characters:
George O’Keith — Jordan’s dad
Hunter O’Keith — Jordan’s nephew
Bridget McGregor — Colin’s mom
Lena McGregor — Colin’s sister
Bobby Donovan — Heather’s half and Trix’s full brother
Frances and Sugar Delgado — Sera’s parents
Devon Scott — Kels and Bas’s brother
Becca Scott — Kels and Bas’s sister in law
Heidi Greene — Kels’ friend since college
Cora Hutchins — Kels’ friend since childhood
One
Heidi
She was wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and holding a leash.
Not the strangest sentence ever uttered.
Unless, perhaps, she included what was on the other end of the leash.
Because she’d been escorted down the aisle by a rooster name Sir Fuzzy McFeatherston, or the Fuzz, for short.
He was cute. He was cocky—ha—and he was not happy to be on a leash.
Thankfully, though, the ceremony was wrapping up. The bride and groom—her best friend, Kate, and her almost-husband, Jaime—were kissing. Soon, she’d be able to put the rooster in the cage, and she could get to drinking.
Because her best friend was getting married.
After an engagement she had promised Heidi would be extremely long but had ended up sort of average because Kate hadn’t been able to wait to make Jaime officially hers.
Barf.
Heidi loved Kate, loved Jaime, and how he treated Kate.
But she was losing her best friend.
So, yeah, maybe she was feeling a little mopey, but she wasn’t going to let her funk ruin her friend’s night. She was going to be the best rooster-wrangling bridesmaid there was.
Not maid of honor.
Kate hadn’t wanted to hurt Kelsey or Cora’s feelings, the other half of their quad-sized friend group, so they were all bridesmaids, each with a different job.
But that was Kate.
Kind. Sweet. Inclusive. In a word, the absolute best.
That was two, or three, Heidi, supposed, but the point still stood. Kate was awesome and her best friend in the whole world.
And now she was married.
God, they were all growing up. Sniff.
She hated it.
Still, her heart was full, and she sniffed again, dashing away a tear as the officiant declared the newlyweds officially married before they strode down the aisle hand-in-hand.
Heidi followed, striding—hand-in-leash?—with the rooster.
And, well, if that wasn’t an apt description of her dating life . . . she didn’t know what was. She could find a man who wanted to sleep with her—cough, cock—but couldn’t find one with staying power.
“Not the point,” she muttered under her breath, somehow getting herself and Sir Fuzzy McFeatherston safely down the aisle. The rest of the bridal party paired off and followed her.
They snapped some pictures, but eventually the Fuzz got tired of the paparazzi, and Heidi wrestled him into her arms, taking him to the crate Kate had ready for him.
She was just bending to place him inside—while trying to slip off the harness without letting him escape—when she felt someone come up behind her. Assuming it was Kate, she said, “I’m fine, Katie girl. Go enjoyed your husband. I’ve got your”—she giggled, a twelve-year-old at heart—“cock well in hand.”
Silence instead of her friend’s cackling.
Shit.
Heat stained her cheeks, and Heidi yanked the leash and harness out before slamming and locking the cage. Then she shored her spine and spun around.
Tall. Dark. A smirk on a gorgeous mouth.
One that grew as his gaze
