Table of Contents
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
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
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 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
THE EPILOGUE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Bedroom Rodeo
A Billionaire Single Dad Romance
By Sarah J. Brooks
Copyright © 2017 by Sarah J. Brooks
Published By: Sarah J. Brooks
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Copyright © 2017 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.
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Contents
Bedroom Rodeo
Copyright and Disclaimer
Special Invitation
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
Preview of “The Billionaire’s Fake Marriage”
Preview of “The Deal”
Uncovering The Truth
The Billionaire's Hunt
About The Author
Special Invitation
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Chapter 1
Summer
“Do you think this looks good on me?” I asked a girl
walking past me in the store.
“Yeah, that’s nice.”
“What about blue pumps? That would be amazing, wouldn’t it? Oh, my God, can you even imagine showing up at a party with four-inch Christian Louboutin heels? The guys would be dripping off of me trying to ask me out.”
The Dress Market was one of the high-end trendy stores on Michigan Avenue, and I absolutely loved it. I’d shopped there for years and had probably spent thousands and thousands of dollars.
“Um, yeah, it’s nice,” the girl said as she gave me a little snarl.
“Okay, well I’m not really feeling you anymore, so I’m going to go over there,” I snarled right back at her.
Girls these days were so catty, and it was really amazing that women couldn’t just be nice to each other. I was nice to other girls unless they were insanely rude to me – then it was game on. There was no point of being super sweet to a chick who was just going to backstab you for no reason.
“Excuse me, do you have this dress in a size four?” a woman who was definitely not a size four asked me.
“Hmm, this is nice. Is this fabric silk? No, it’s a blend, but wow it feels amazing. How do you think it would look on me?”
“Good, it looks nice with your blonde hair. Might not fit over your, um … those …” the woman said as she motioned to my breasts.
“Oh, yeah, don’t they look amazing. I just had them done recently. You would not believe how much more attention I get with these girls. Hey, want to be on my Instagram? I’ve got over a hundred thousand followers now. I’ll tag you.”
“Sure,” the woman agreed.
“I’m Elizabeth, you are really pretty.”
“Oh, you are super nice. I love that. So I’m going to be honest with you, Elizabeth. This dress is not for you. There are some over in the corner, though, and I think you’ll love those. I’m going to keep this one for myself.”
And just like that, the nice woman turned into a total jerk as she scoffed at me and stormed off to the other side of the store.
“Summer!”
“Do you like this on me? I think I’m going to get it.”
“You’re fired Summer. I warned you about taking selfies and posting on your social media while you are working. And you’re not even helping the customers. You spent the last hour shopping for yourself and not helping a single customer in here,” my grumpy boss Lindsay said.
“Um, I’m advertising your products on my social media. You know some people get paid thousands of dollars for these kinds of advertisements. You’d think you would be a little more grateful that I was helping you out.”
“Summer, I like you. I really think you’re a nice person but retail is not for you. Maybe you should try to get a job as a model or in the perfume section at Macy’s?”
“Lindsay, come on. I need this job. I’ve been fired from my last six jobs … wait, no, seven. I have to work as my father cut me off and isn’t paying for my credit cards anymore. He actually made me move out of the house too. You know how it is? Please, I promise I’ll do better,” I begged.
I couldn’t lose another job. Living with my friend Patrick was a lifesaver, but he was getting sick of me not paying the rent on time. He got so angry last month that I thought he might actually blow a blood vessel in his face.
Working and paying the bills was just new to me. I needed some time to adjust and figure things out. I couldn’t be expected to just jump right in and know how to do everything. My dad was asking a lot and was totally unreasonable.
“Sorry, Summer, but we can’t keep working together.”
“Okay, can I still get my employee discount on this dress, though? It’s adorable.”
“Sure, bring it up, and I’ll get you checked out,” Lindsay said.
She was a nice boss, even though she fired me. But she didn’t dress very stylish for a woman managing a trendy fashion store. I tried helping her out and giving her ideas that would jazz up her outfits, but she wasn’t all that interested. Sometimes people had to learn from their fashion mistakes all on their own.
I finished buying my dress and grabbed my bag from the back. Working was cramping my style and having the day off to shop was just what I needed. Michigan Avenue in Chicago was filled with amazing stores, and with the whole rest of my day free, I was going to take advantage of the time.
When I finally sat down at the coffee shop to rest my toes and admire my purchases, I couldn’t help pulling up my bank account and glancing to see how much money I had left for the month.
“Eighty-seven dollars!” I yelled as I looked at the stupid app. “That’s not right.”
I was about to call my bank and give them an earful about whatever was going on with my account when my friend Amy called. She was actually a friend of a friend, but our mutual friend had run off with a boy and left us to build our own little friendship together.
“Hi Amy, what’s going on?”
“Rebecca and I were going to try this self-defense class this afternoon and wanted to see if you would be off work by five? It’s supposed to be really good and help teach you all the things you’re supposed to do in order to prevent getting assaulted or kidnapped.”
“Wow, that sounds intense.”
“You’d do great. I’m sure it will be fun. Will you be done with work by then?”
“I’ll be free. I’m just not sure I want to be in a gym with a bunch of sweaty hormonal women trying to fight for their lives. Can I meet you guys afterward? We could go for a fresh juice smoothie?”
“Sure, we will meet you after,” Amy said. “Sooner or later you’re going to have to try things that aren’t shopping, you know this, right?”
“Of course, I’m working on some relaxation techniques right now.” I laughed as I put my feet up on the chair across from me. “I’ll see you girls later, and maybe we should plan on going dancing?”
Since Anna and Lilli had stopped going out dancing, Amy, Rebecca, and I hadn’t been going out very much either. It was really hard to go from having a big group of girls hanging out together to a small group of three. And to be honest, Amy and Rebecca weren’t all that fun. They were trying to be responsible and doing their career thing.
Our only close guy friend, Patrick, was gay and probably the most fun to hang out with. But since moving in with him, the two of us were really struggling to get along with one another. He was one of the nicest guys I knew, though, and I honestly wished I could clone him into a heterosexual man so I could date him; well, he’d have to have a good job and a decent car too, but then I’d totally date him.
“Excuse me, I saw you sitting over here, and I just had to come and say hi. You probably hear this all the time, but you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I’m Kenny,” the man said as he thrust his hand forward in hopes of getting me to talk to him.
“Hi Kenny, I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend,” I lied to him.
“Oh, um, okay,” he said and then scurried back to where he was sitting with his friends.
I really hated to hurt his feelings, but I could tell right away that Kenny wasn’t my type of guy. His penny loafers and button up polo were a dead giveaway that poor little Kenny wouldn’t be able to provide a decent meal for me and certainly couldn’t keep me in the lifestyle I was accustomed to.
With my bank account dwindling, I had to sacrifice one of my angels. Reluctantly, I walked down to the Elite Consignment shop to turn in my beautiful white Hermes bag. It had been a gift from my mother for my sixteen birthday and was the last of my bags I had left after selling all the others in the six months since I’d been on my own.
I didn’t like selling my bags, and I hated that I could only get half of what I knew they were worth. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and with less than a hundred dollars in my bank account, I was definitely desperate.
“Summer Edwards, it’s so good to see you,” Bambi, the clerk at the shop said when I walked in.
First of all, anyone named Bambi really anno
yed me. What sort of parents would name their child after a cartoon character? Of course, since my parents had named me after a season of the year, I probably should be complaining, but Bambi was a hideous name. Second of all, I hated how fake and happy this girl was when I came to see her.
“Hi Bambi, how are you?”
“It’s a beautiful day, and I have a happy life. I’m doing fabulous. Is that the bag you’re selling today?” she asked as she started eyeing my sweet Hermes baby.
“Yes, it was a gift from my mother. It’s very special to me. But I’m going to sell it,” I said without going into details about why I had to get rid of the bag.
“I bet it will be hard to part with. Would you like to empty it out so I can take a look and tell you exactly how much I’m willing to pay for it?”
“Sure.”
I slid my things out of my purse and into one of my shopping bags and handed the white Hermes bag over to Bambi. This was the part of life that made me so uncomfortable I could hardly stand there at all.
Only six months ago, I had been in my large home with my Infiniti SUV and a credit card without a limit. I’d been looking for work, but it was hard to find something interesting. My father continued to hound me about being an adult and getting a job, but my mother understood what I was going through.
Life today wasn’t like it was when my father was growing up. Jobs weren’t available like they used to be, and I certainly wasn’t going to work somewhere disgusting like a regular mall or a restaurant. Because I had such high standards for my employment, it took me longer than expected to find work, and my father decided to be a horrible person and cut off all my credit cards. If that hadn’t been enough, he also kicked me out of the house.
I could have been homeless if it hadn’t been for my friends. What kind of father would do such a thing to his little girl? I just didn’t get it. He always said how much he loved me, and I was his little angel, yet I turned twenty-three and suddenly he was over it, and I had to become something that I wasn’t. Obviously, I still harbor some serious resentment toward my father.
“So, I’ve looked the bag over and made a list of its flaws,” Bambi said in her annoying way that she always did.
As if listing off all the flaws the bag had would suddenly make it easier for me to accept her low ball offer to purchase it. I knew how much my mother paid for that bag, and I knew Bambi was going to try and get me to take way less for it than I should sell it for. That was just how her business worked.
“What is your offering price?” I asked as I tried to hold my anger back.
“Three thousand eight hundred dollars,” she said with a straight face.
“Ha! Are you kidding me? Come on Bambi, you know that purse was over ten thousand brand new. You can’t honestly expect me to take that.”