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  Fake It For Me

  Weston Parker

  BrixBaxter Publishing

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  Introduction

  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

  Epilogue

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  I need a woman to help me shut up my big Greek family.

  And my new intern is perfect for the job, though pretending to have a relationship with her might be a little taboo.

  Good thing I’m in charge.

  Being a self-made billionaire, I haven’t spent much time looking for love.

  None actually.

  Lucky for me, it’s fallen right into my lap.

  This pretty American girl has zero sense of direction, but a good heart and a sexy smile.

  I’ve always been smitten by a woman that needs rescuing, or so it seems.

  Something tells me that she might be more than I bargained for.

  Either way, I just need her to fake it for me until it appears real.

  Funny how real it quickly becomes.

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  Chapter 1

  Adrian

  I grabbed a gob of wax and plopped it on my surfboard, slowly rubbing it in. My eyes drifted over the waves rolling onto the shore of Arina Beach in Heraklion, Crete in my home country of Greece. I loved the beach. I loved the smell and the feel of the sand between my toes. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. When my business had started to take off, advisors told me I needed to be in New York City, London, or Los Angeles, but I wasn’t going to leave home.

  I didn’t have to leave home. I owned a social media firm, which meant I could work from anywhere. I telecommuted all over the world. Companies that wanted my services came to me—that was how good I was—and my company was going to overtake every other social media platform in the world. I was twenty-eight and already making some serious headway in the industry. I was one of the wealthiest under thirty, and I didn’t mind accepting all the perks that went along with that title.

  I looked over at my best friend, Rand Mattas, who had his eyes on something other than the clear water. A group of women wearing bikinis that resembled dental floss were frolicking on the beach. It was hard for him not to look at the surgically enhanced bodies, but it wasn’t my thing. I liked the real deal. The women had on heavy makeup and were more about picking up men than actually having fun in the water. I doubted they would dare get their face or hair wet. Their hair would fall flat, and their faces would wash away. Definitely not my thing, but it was pretty clear it was Rand’s thing.

  “Keep staring, and maybe they’ll talk to you,” I teased.

  He turned to look at me, grinning like an idiot. “I could go over and introduce myself as Adrian Gabris. Then, they’d be falling all over me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I will kick your ass if you try to use my name to get them into your bed. The last thing I need is a scandal. We look enough alike that it would cause a scandal. It would take forever for me to clear my name. The press isn’t the worst of the problem. It’s my mother. My mother would kill me. Slowly.”

  “Ah, but I have the dark brown eyes of a true Greek man,” he replied. “Anyone would be able to tell us apart. I’m also a lot better looking.”

  “I have the blue eyes that make me look like a real Greek god,” I shot back. “You know the tales. The gods had blue eyes.”

  “Tales, fairy tales,” he grumbled. “Myths and legends.”

  We both had the same jet-black hair, olive skin tone, and were both tall with dark scruff that seemed to be a constant on our jaws, no matter how many times a day we shaved. I was about an inch taller than his six-two frame, and I felt a little more muscular, but I knew he would argue with that fact. It was something we’d argued about since we’d hit puberty and I finally managed to grow taller than him. In my large family, I had been one of the smallest. It was greatly satisfying to be taller and bigger than at least one person in my life.

  “Can we get in the water?” he asked, a hand on his hip as he stared down at me. “You’re stalling. No board needs that much attention.”

  “My board needed waxing,” I told him, ignoring his frustration at my delay.

  “You were spacing out, thinking about work,” he complained.

  I shrugged a shoulder, getting to my feet and dusting the sand from my knees. “I was thinking about the new interns coming in. I’m hoping they will bring fresh insight to the company. We could use new life in that place. It’s important we always stay ahead of the game, and we can only do that with fresh eyes and new ideas.”

  “The Americans?” he asked. “That’s who you are counting on to keep us at the top?”

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t look convinced. “We’re doing fine. There’s nothing to think about right now.”

  I shrugged. “You never know when things might change. We could miss something and get left behind. Trends are always changing. Our clients depend on us to be the trendsetters—not the followers.”

  He groaned, running a hand through his short black hair. “Stop. Why? Why are you always thinking about work and social media and shit that I don’t give two shits about?”

  I grinned, knowing he was complaining for the sake of complaining. “Because you do give two shits about work. You’re the one who is always on your phone, checking Twitter and every other social media platform, trying to find the next thing.”

  “I have to do that because you don’t know how to,” he grumbled.

  I laughed. “I believe I do, but why would I waste my time when I have you to do it? And now, we’ll have interns to do all of that for both of us.”

  He grimaced. “Are we really going to put the future of the business we built into the hands of some young Americans looking for a little vacation to the Greek isles?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “I reviewed the resumes very thoroughly. I’m confident they are exactly what we need, and they work for cheap.” I laughed.

  “I’m sure they will be fantastic, but can we worry about that Monday?” he asked. “Today is our day off. We’re not supposed to think about work. We’re supposed to be enjoying the water and relaxing. You work too much.”

  “I work just enough to keep us both very rich,” I reminded him. “You know shit never stops moving. The entire world is on twenty-four-seven. I have to make sure we’re staying on top of things. Not all of us can lounge about on a beach, working
on our tans all day.”

  He scoffed. “Without me, the company would sink like the Titanic. You’re lucky I like you, or I would have let you go down a long time ago.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “You sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “I just remembered,” I said, already making a note of it in my mental calendar. “We need to get a meeting with that new start-up that moved in above us—the shoe company.”

  “Stop talking about work,” he pouted. “We spend five, sometimes six days a week, all day long working. I want to relax and play. We can deal with all of that on Monday. Nothing is going to change in the next thirty-six hours. All work and no play makes Adrian a very dull boy. When Adrian is a dull boy, Rand gets bored.”

  “You sound like a child,” I said with a grin. “You’re almost thirty. We have to think about work all the time because it’s what keeps a roof over our heads and the heads of our employees. I’m at the beach. I’m having a good time. It’s just conversation. Can’t you do two things at once?”

  “Oh, I can do two things at once all right,” he said, his eyes on a particularly voluptuous blonde strolling down the beach in a bright red bikini that showed off all of her assets.

  I shook my head. “She’s way out of your league.”

  He scoffed. “I don’t think so.”

  “Look at her,” I said. “She’s probably not even twenty yet. She’s a baby.”

  “I’m a man in my prime, and there are a lot of beautiful women on this beach who need my attention. I cannot talk or think about work anymore. I need to focus.”

  I chuckled, noticing his eyes were still on the young woman. “I think you are plenty focused. But she didn’t look twice at you.”

  “That’s because I didn’t try,” he said with a grin on his face, showing off his perfect white smile. “The ladies love me and would be thrilled to have me flirt with them. They would probably settle with some attention from you, I suppose. I am only one man, and there is only so much of me to go around.”

  “Settle for me?” I scoffed. “They all want me.”

  I grabbed a sleeve of the torso of my wetsuit and tugged it on, zipping it up the front and hiding the tattoos I had on my chest, shoulder, and upper arms. I worked in business, and I needed to be taken seriously. It was hard enough for big corporate executives old enough to be my grandfather to take me seriously. My image was just as important as my reputation. That was something my mom had instilled in me from a young age. We’d grown up poor, but she always made sure we dressed well and were clean. A boy knew better than to disobey a Greek mother.

  “Come on,” he urged. “Let’s get in the water.”

  I could hear the women who’d drawn closer to us talking about why they couldn’t get in the water. The real reason was pretty obvious—their war paint would melt. Instead, they claimed there were sharks in the water and they didn’t want to get eaten. It was pretty clear they were American tourists, judging by their accents.

  I tucked my board under my arm and started toward the water. I couldn’t resist teasing the young women when I heard one of them rattle off a statistic about shark attacks. It sounded ridiculous.

  “You know, the chance of you being attacked by a shark this close to the shore is pretty slim,” I said with a smile. “In fact, your chances of dying in an elevator are greater than being attacked by a shark.”

  “Hell, you’re more likely to be murdered on the beach than to be attacked by a shark.” Rand laughed before racing past me into the water.

  The women gasped. I turned to see the looks of horror on their faces as they stared at Rand’s back. I caught up to him just a few feet into the water. “Do you actually think that line will work? You complain about not having any fun on your time off and that you have no social life. Don’t blame work for that. Blame your inept flirting skills.”

  He burst into laughter, dropping his board and paddling out. “They weren’t my type anyway.”

  I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, and I followed him out into the surf. Rand was my best friend and my right-hand man. It was difficult to make any real friends in my position. Rand had been with me from the very beginning. He’d shared the tiny one-bedroom apartment with me while we worked to get the business off the ground. He was the one guy I could trust to have my back. I wasn’t worried he was friends with me just for my money or connections.

  We surfed for a while, enjoying the refreshing water on what had to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the world. I felt lucky to be alive whenever I got the chance to kick back and relax in my hometown.

  I was straddling my board, staring out at the vast sea, catching the sight of some sails on the horizon. It was a beautiful day. Rand was about ten feet away, his board pointed in the opposite direction as he stared at the beach. That was typical. He was scanning the many bikini-clad women, trying to find his mark.

  Something nudged my board, causing my body to jerk to the side. I looked behind me and saw a fin slide under the water. “Oh shit,” I muttered.

  “What the hell?” Rand called. “Was that a fin?”

  “Yeah, it was,” I said, pulling my feet up and on my board as I used my hands to paddle toward the shore.

  “I think we should stay out of elevators for the next little while,” Rand said dryly.

  I smirked. “I think that’s a good idea.”

  Chapter 2

  Bella

  My dad walked me into the airport, both of us nervous and scared, but neither of us letting the other one see the anxiousness. I felt jittery, and it had nothing to do with the coffee I had drunk earlier. I was extremely anxious to leave home. It would be the first time I had ever left, and I wasn’t just leaving home. I was leaving the country on an airplane. I’d never flown before either, which was only adding to my nervousness.

  “You’re going to be fine,” my dad said in that familiar voice that always made me feel safe and loved.

  I looked up into his dark blue eyes that had a kindness about them that reflected his soul. “I’m going to be fine,” I repeated.

  “You’ve worked hard for this Bella Kamp, and I’m so very proud of you,” he said with a smile, his eyes wrinkling with the action.

  I looked at his balding head and thought about how much I was going to miss seeing it every day. He reached for my hand, his hands rough and callused from years of hard work in the mines of northern Idaho. He’d worked two jobs, taking extra shifts every chance he got to give me the best life possible. We’d never been comfortable, but we had food on the table, and our tiny two-bedroom house in a very rural town along the Washington and Idaho border was enough for us.

  “I’m going to miss you like crazy,” I told him, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

  “I’m going to miss you. You’ve been working your butt off for this internship. You deserve it. We’ll see each other when you get back. This is an opportunity too good to pass up. You got me that fancy phone, and we’ll be able to talk all the time. Hell, I’ll even be able to see your face.” He gave a deep laugh.

  “I hate that I’m missing your big Fourth of July show this year,” I pouted. “I’ve never missed it.”

  “Hey, you’ll be here next year,” he assured me. “It’s the same thing every time.”

  “No, it’s not. It’s exciting and big, and there’s always something new. It’s why the town put you in charge of it all those years ago. You blow things up really well.” I grinned.

  “We all have to be good at something,” he said with a soft smile, never one to accept compliments well.

  “You better take care of yourself,” I warned him.

  He grinned. “I will. Believe it or not, I was taking care of myself long before you came along.”

  “Yes, but you weren’t doing a very good job of it.”

  He laughed again. “I suppose not. I cannot wait to tell all the guys at the mine that you’re working abroad. Not many guys in my position can say that. You got your
mama’s brains. Your old dad doesn’t have shit for brains.”

  “Dad, stop. You’re the smartest, most hardworking man I have ever met.”

  He shook his head. “I never had a brain for school. It’s why I dropped out after ninth grade. I could do more for my family going to work on the farm and bringing in a paycheck than I could by going to school.”

  I winced, hating that he had to work at the age of fourteen to help out his family. His mom and dad had been dirt poor, and his little sister was too sick for my grandmother to work. The medical bills kept them in the poorhouse. They were all gone now, and it was just my dad, still working his ass off, doing what he could to support a kid without even a high school education.

  From the moment I could talk, he told me I was going to go places. He insisted I study hard and go to college. He worked that much harder to make sure I graduated with a bachelor’s in marketing. I had applied for the internship, not really expecting to get it. The competition would be fierce. My degree came from a no-name school, and most of it had been online. When I got the letter in the mail, I had nearly fainted.

  “I better get in line,” I told him.

  He nodded his head. “I will talk to you soon. You keep your head up, and don’t let those Greek boys tell you that you aren’t good enough. You are the best. They are lucky to have you.”