Fate
Fate
A Bad Boy Billionaire Holiday Romance
Tia Wylder
Table of Contents
Free Gift: Playboy’s Virgin
Personal Note
Fate
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
Hope
Daddy’s Virgin Nanny
Beautiful Revenge
Dr. Single Dad’s Fake Marriage
The Boss & The Intern
The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée
Two Brothers
Loved By The Rake
The Asian Bad Boy
Touched
The Texas Rancher’s Bride
The Gorilla’s Secret Baby
The Billionaire Wolf Shifter
The Dragon’s Love Affair
The Alien Dragon’s Mate
Claimed By The Cosmic Warrior
Wanted By My Boss
Free Gift For You!
Be A Wyldest Dreamer!
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Free Gift: Playboy’s Virgin
MATTHEW
When I first lay eyes upon Claire Barkley, I never could have imagined we would become friends. That day I heard her complaining about her bad luck in the bar, I certainly didn’t expect to go out of my way to help her out. Helping women isn’t really the name of my game; more so helping myself to their bodies. However, in spite of my disdain for the fairer sex, there’s something about playing pretend that sets a fire alight inside of me. Love? Nah. But we’ll have fun.
CLAIRE
When my mother insisted I bring a date to my sister’s wedding, I thought I was out of luck. However, when a remarkably friendly face offered a bit of assistance, who was I to say no? Especially when the guy offering to help has such a hot bod… I may be a virgin, and this may all be a charade, but I’ll show this playboy that he’s not the only alpha in town. Game on, rich boy.
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Dr. Single Dad’s Fake Marriage
The Boss & The Intern
The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée
Two Brothers
Playboy’s Virgin
Beautiful Revenge
One Night In Vegas
Daddy’s Virgin Nanny
Hope
Personal Note
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Fate
I'm going to take Gianna for her very first time.
Hell, I might even fall in love with her for MY very first time.
I know it from the moment I first lay eyes on her seductive curves.
And I know...I will do all it takes to make her mine.
Barnes
I’ve been a divorce lawyer my entire adult life. It’s lucrative, but draining. And after one too many bad experiences with a client, I know I need to change my life.
Moving to Los Angeles seems like the perfect fresh start…especially when I meet Gianna, a sexy aspiring actress.
Falling in love with her is easy.
And I will do all it takes to make her mine.
Gianna
When there’s a chance to seize control of my own life, I take it immediately.
Running away to Los Angeles to become a famous actress sounds like the stuff of dreams, but I’m determined to make it a reality.
Especially when I meet Barnes, a sexy lawyer-turned-director. The moment I saw him, I was instantly wet.
He's everything I've ever wanted - but never had. I can’t stay away from him.
But when outside forces throw a wrench in our happiness, I know I have to act fast to keep the love of my life.
Will I find a way to keep us together?
Or like so many things in Los Angeles, will we just wind up drifting away, heartbroken?
Fate
Chapter 1
Gianna
I looked out of my bedroom window and narrowed my eyes. Normally, I loved autumn in Boston. Unlike the rest of the country, we didn’t just have leaves – we had “foliage,” and tourists came from all over the world to see it. But right now, in this moment, it bored me. The view out of my large bedroom nook had always been beautiful, but it had changed very little in my twenty-five years.
“Gianna!”
I frowned as my bedroom door burst open and my younger sister, Diane, burst in. Despite the four years between us, Diane was basically my twin. We shared the same long, golden-red hair and bright brown eyes with flecks of copper.
“What is it?” I yawned, fanning my face with a bored hand. “You know you’re supposed to knock.”
Diane snorted. “I don’t understand why,” she said crossly. “We’re sisters. We share everything.”
I didn�
�t reply. Instead, I leaned against the cold glass and pressed my forehead to the smooth surface.
“It’s dinner time,” Diane continued. “And Mom wants you downstairs.”
“Yeah, because god knows what would happen if we didn’t have dinner as a family for just one night,” I muttered. “You’d think she’d give it a rest, right?”
Diane didn’t reply. When I turned back to face her, she was biting her lip. “She’s in a bad mood,” she said. “That guy, whatever his name is, was supposed to come, but he canceled.”
I grinned. “Good,” I said. I got to my feet and stretched. “I was worried he’d have the balls to finally show up.”
“You know Mom and Dad only want what’s best for you,” Diane said. She narrowed her eyes. “Besides, he’s supposed to be richer than Croesus. I wish I could marry him.”
“You’ve never even met him!” I said loudly, snorting and tossing my long hair. “He could be ugly, or old! Or bald, and wrinkled, and senile!”
Diane flushed. “I’m sure he’s perfectly handsome and kind,” she said. “You know the Harringtons have been family friends of Dad’s for generations.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, pushing past my sister and walking out of my room. “Trust me. I know.”
Downstairs, Mom was bustling around the cheerful, bright kitchen. I watched as she tossed a handful of romaine lettuce leaves into a large wooden salad bowl and threw in a few tomatoes and onion. The sight was enough to make me snicker. Since as long as I could remember, we’d had a cook, Ceri, but Mom still liked for us to think that she’d had a hand in making our meals.
“Mom, you don’t have to keep pretending,” I said, rolling my eyes and stepping forward. “I’m sure whatever Ceri made will be delicious.”
My mother gave me an exasperated look – a difficult task, considering she’d just had her collagen injections and lip fillers – and put her hands on her hips.
“Gianna, you know I do a lot for this family,” she said.
Yeah, I thought. Like stay home all day doing nothing and looking the other way when Dad is out with other women.
“Gianna!” Mom said sharply.
“Yeah, sorry, I mean, I know,” I said quickly. “Do you need help with anything?”
Mom nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. “Take the chicken out of the oven and set the table.”
Grabbing two hot mitts, I took the roasting pan out of the oven. As usual, Ceri had outdone herself. The chicken was perfectly golden-brown and the skin looked succulent and crispy. The bottom of the pan was filled with fingerling potatoes, slices radishes, and carrots. A heavenly aroma filled my nostrils as I carefully set the chicken down on the table.
“Is Dad coming?”
Mom nodded. “He’s just finishing up a few things in his office. He’ll be downstairs soon.”
I sat down at the table and started toying with the edge of my cloth napkin, wondering how painful dinner was going to be. Ever since I’d graduated high school, Mom and Dad had been nagging me to settle down with a guy and get married and start having children. But that had been almost seven years ago, and I still felt like a kid. They were starting to pressure Diane now, too, but she didn’t seem nearly as opposed to the idea as I. In a few minutes, my father came into the room and sat down at the head of the table. He grunted a greeting to me, then pulled out his phone and started looking down at the screen.
Mom cleared her throat. “Carter,” she said. “Please, this is family time.”
Dad sighed and reluctantly put his phone away. “Right,” he said, clearing his throat. He looked at me. “Gianna, how was your day?”
I shrugged. “I bought some new clothes for the winter,” I said. “My friend Jessica is getting married in December, I thought I could have a few new dresses.” As soon as I said the word ‘married,’ I regretted it.
Dad nodded. “Right,” he said. “Well, that sounds good.” He lifted his head up and looked at me for the first time since he’d come into the dining room. “Speaking of marriage—”
“I really don’t want to talk about this right now,” I said, shaking my head. “Sorry.”
“Barnaby is a perfectly respectable man, and he’s a dear friend,” Mom cut in. “And you haven’t even met him, Gianna! He’s perfect for you.”
“If I haven’t met him yet, how can you possibly know that?” I asked sarcastically.
Diane came into the room and sat down. “This looks good,” she said, looking at the roasted chicken.
Mom and Dad ignored her.
“Gianna, you’re getting older,” Dad said. “It’s not as if you’ll have these same options in five years, you know.”
I could feel myself starting to get angry, but I forced myself to hold the anger deep inside. “I’m twenty-five, Dad, not forty,” I countered. “And you know I don’t want to marry him! You’ve been trying to push that guy on me for years! If he’s so great, how come he’s still single?”
Dad narrowed his eyes. “Gianna, I’m disappointed in you,” he said. “Barnaby is a very busy, high-profile lawyer. He doesn’t have time to date.”
“Then he won’t have time for a wife and family,” I replied, reaching my fork into the roasting pan and spearing a carrot.
Mom glared at me. “You are being so disrespectful, young lady,” she said angrily. “And if you don’t change your attitude right now, you can spend the rest of your night in your room.”
For a moment, I thought about standing up from the table and stalking out of the room. After all, at twenty-five, I was more than sick of being treated like some helpless pre-teen.
“Gianna, did you hear your mother?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I heard her.”
“Good,” Dad said. “Because we’ve arranged for Barnaby to dine with us next week. You know we’re hosting the gala for my company, right?”
“Right,” I said miserably. “But Dad, every time you’ve invited him over, he’s always canceled. Don’t you think that means something?”
“It means he’s busy,” Dad replied. “And that’s exactly the kind of quality I want in the man who marries my eldest daughter.”
I sighed. “I really, really don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said, shaking my head. “At least not tonight.”
“You’re meeting Barnaby next week, and that’s final,” Dad said.
Diane looked at me from across the table and mouthed “It won’t be that bad.”
I ignored her.
As Mom started talking nonsense about her new favorite charity, I tuned out and picked at the chicken thigh on my plate. It was delicious – everything Ceri made was – but I wasn’t hungry anymore. All I could think about was the rest of my life. What if Dad was right? What if somehow, this time, I wouldn’t be able to get out of meeting Barnaby…and saying goodbye to my freedom forever?
“Gianna? Are you okay?” Mom looked at me and squinted. “You’ve barely touched your chicken. Is it overdone? Should I tell Ceri?”
“No,” I said quickly. “It’s really good. I’m just not very hungry.”
Dad chuckled. “Barnaby does prefer women with a little meat on their bones,” he said. “You should eat up.”
I shuddered. “You make me feel like I’m a cow heading to the slaughterhouse,” I said, biting my lip.
Dad sighed. “I won’t have this kind of ridiculous talk at my table.” He got to his feet, grabbed a folded newspaper from the table, and tucked it under his arm before leaving the room. As irritated as he was with me, I had a feeling that he’d been looking for a chance to escape dinner more than a chance to reprimand his unruly daughter.
“Now you’ve ruined dinner,” Mom said. She shook her head and pressed her lips together in a firm line. “Gianna, you should just go upstairs. If you’re hungry later, I can ring for Ceri.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I muttered, pushing my chair from the floor and enjoying how my mother winced as the legs scraped against the polished, hardwood floor. “I’ll just
go to sleep. I think I might be coming down with something.”
“Yes, well, you’d better get some rest,” Mom called after me. “You wouldn’t want to be sick for the gala next week!”
I rolled my eyes and stormed up the stairs. Life with my parents had always been difficult, but now it was verging on the edge of impossible. When I’d been in high school, all of my friends had been so jealous. My friend, Jessica, had always said: “But Gianna! Your family is so rich, you can do whatever you want!” God, if only that had been the truth. I’d been a bird in a gilded cage ever since I could remember, and I was starting to feel like it was going to kill me. As much as I hated to admit it, the prospect of getting married was almost enticing now…if only because I knew it would get me out of the house! But then again, I had no idea what Barnaby was like. He was a rich, successful divorce lawyer who handled celebrity cases. When the mayor of Boston had been caught cheating on his wife, Barnaby had taken the wife’s case and won over four billion dollars for her. And if Barnaby was that ruthless in court, what kind of man was he outside? Kind and caring, like my father had said? Or cold and emotionless, like I suspected?