The Unintended Fiancé (Captured by Love Book 4)
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Authors: Miranda P. Charles
Tags: #friends with benefits, #workplace romance, #millionaire romance, #friends to lovers, #Fake engagement
(Captured by Love Book 4)
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, locations, organisations and events described in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination, fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any event, locale or person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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CHAPTER ONE
A
sking the hunkiest guy she knew to share her apartment was the height of bad ideas. At least, that was the message Erin Baker was getting from the you’ve-lost-your-mind stare her best friend Lexie Mead was giving her.
“Relax, Lex. I don’t have a problem with Brad taking over my spare room,” she said, looking around furtively. Not that she had anything to hide, but she’d rather the other guests who were present at the engagement party of their friends Cassie Stephens and Carter Garrett didn’t overhear this particular conversation.
While no one seemed to be drunk on alcohol, the lunchtime chatter was loud and filled with laughter. No doubt people were intoxicated from the combination of gourmet food, the glorious sunny spring day and the awe-inspiring view of Sydney Harbour from the expansive outdoor entertaining deck of the party’s hosts, their buddies Lucas and Jade Renner-Bilton.
“But you didn’t even think before you made the offer to Brad,” Lexie said. “It was so off the cuff!”
Erin gave Lexie a patient pat on the arm as she glanced at Lexie’s thirty-one-year-old older brother. Even though Brad’s dark brown hair needed a trim, and his gorgeous caramel eyes were hidden behind his dark sunglasses, a one-second look at his face would make even a complete stranger agree that he was blessed with chiselled good looks. And that was without checking out the rest of him, which was undoubtedly hot, even with clothes on.
Bradley Mead was one fine specimen of a man. That was the plain and simple truth, not some declaration born out of infatuation.
“Who better to be my next flatmate than your brother?” she said to Lexie.
“Because I know you still think that Brad is one of the best-looking guys in existence,” Lexie said dryly. “Couple that with the fact that Brad can charm the skirts off women without even trying.”
“Excuse me. You think I’ll let him charm my skirt off me? Brad being gorgeous is a matter of fact, Lex. Put it this way—if I said that Rick is average looking, would you agree with me?”
Lexie looked at her future husband and smiled. “No. My Rick is absolutely hot.”
“And I agree,” Erin said with a laugh. “But me thinking that doesn’t mean I have any designs on Rick.”
“But you used to have a serious crush on Brad,” Lexie argued.
She rolled her eyes. “Geez, Lex. That was eight years ago, when I was a young and naive teenager. I’ve been over him for
ages
. I can’t believe you’re worrying about this.”
“I just don’t want you and Brad to mess up the friendship you’ve built over the years. Everyone knows what a charmer he can be. That’s why it’s easy for women to fall for him and get their hearts broken even if he doesn’t mean to hurt them. Since no one has ever told him how you used to feel about him, he might not hold back on his flirtatious ways, and you might... you know... have a relapse, or something.”
“Look, I might still be a great admirer of Brad’s male physique, but that’s just like appreciating art in a museum. I’m happy to look but have no desire whatsoever to acquire it. I’m immune to Brad’s charms, Lex, and have been for a long time. Promise.”
Lexie sighed in resignation. “Fine. As long as you know what you’re getting into. And don’t forget that he’s used to having a cleaning lady come in and tidy up his place. He might forget to do his fair share of housework.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let him get away with it,” she said with a chuckle.
“Hey, guys,” Marilyn Grant, a gorgeous friend who loved hosting charity events, called from the table next to theirs. “Who will you be betting on for our next round of the Captured by Love game?”
“I’m betting on my son,” Lexie and Brad’s mother said. “Underneath that workaholic exterior is a man crying out for his other half. He just doesn’t know it yet.”
Erin joined the others in laughing out loud at Vivian’s declaration.
“How much are you betting, Mum?” Brad asked. “I hope you don’t end up in debt after this, because I’m telling you, I have no intentions of settling down for a few years yet.”
Vivian shook her head in disappointment.
“I think I’ll bet on Gavin,” Erin said, grinning at Carter’s best friend, whom she’d just recently met.
“Wait,” Gavin Redford said, his brow furrowing. “I still don’t fully understand this game. Like Brad, I have no desire to settle down yet.”
“The way it works,” Marilyn explained, “is if you fall in love and renounce the single life before any of the other bachelors in the game, then Erin will win. Those who didn’t bet on you will hand the amount they’ve pledged over to Erin’s selected charity.”
“I see,” Gavin said. “So, Erin, does this mean you’ll be hounding me into proposing to a girl or something?”
Erin laughed. “Marilyn has been known to pressure Simon, who she’s bet on twice before, but I take the let-love-do-it’s-work approach. I might give you a tiny bit of encouragement if I see you interested in someone, but definitely no pressure.”
“Lucky you, Gavin,” Brad muttered, casting a resigned look at his mother.
Gavin chuckled. “Hey, you could help Vivian win, Erin. Since Brad’s moving in with you, you have the perfect opportunity to push him towards a girl—”
“What?” Vivian interrupted, her eyes wide. “Brad is moving in with you, Erin?”
“Yes, Vivian,” Erin answered with a smile. “As you know, he’s been slack in finding a place to live while his new house gets built.”
“Oh, isn’t that wonderful?” Vivian said, clasping her hands in glee.
“Don’t get any funny ideas, Mother,” Brad said. “I’ve decided to share with Erin because her apartment is close to my office. It’s very convenient for me.”
“I’m not thinking anything,” Vivian said with a dismissive flick of her wrist. “I just think it’s wonderful of Erin to allow you to share her home, that’s all.”
Erin smiled wryly at Lexie, who rolled her eyes.
Years ago, when Erin had cried upon learning that Brad had started dating a popular teenage pop star, Vivian had comforted her. Brad’s mother had said that since she was only nineteen, she had plenty of time to find her Mr. Right, and chances were it wouldn’t be Brad.
Well, she was yet to meet The One, but Vivian had been right about one thing. It wouldn’t be Brad. It couldn’t be. Once she’d realised that Brad constantly moved from one girl to the next, her crush for him had dissipated. She preferred guys who valued relationships, not playboys. Now, she saw him as just a very good friend who happened to be extremely attractive.
“Someone’s phone keeps on ringing,” Jade called out from the open French doors, holding up a black handbag.
“Oh, it’s mine,” Erin said, taking the bag from Jade. She fished out the device and groaned as she saw the name flashing on the screen.
Paula.
“Is that Kevin’s wife?” Lexie demanded in a whisper. “Why the hell is your ex-boyfriend’s wife calling you?”
“You won’t believe this,” she said dryly, “but ever since she learned I work for the same company that recently hired Kevin, she wants to be my friend.”
“No,” Lexie said, her eyes rounding.
“Yup,” she said before hitting the answer button to talk to the woman that Kevin had married—before breaking up with Erin.
“Hi, Paula,” she greeted, that surreal feeling creeping up again just like it had last week when Paula had called her out of the blue. Paula had wanted the two of them to be on good terms since Kevin would be starting work as an account manager at JMR Market Research, where Erin was a senior qualitative analyst.
“Hello, Erin,” Paula said, her tone overly friendly. “I plan to have lunch with Kevin tomorrow on his first day at JMR. Do you want to join us so we can meet in person?”
“Uh, sure, that would be nice,” she answered. Frankly, she’d rather not socialise with her ex and his wife. But she could understand Paula’s agenda. The woman wanted to make sure that she didn’t have anything to worry about, and Erin respected the way she was going about it. Besides, what better way to prove to everyone—to Paula and Kevin, especially—that she’d moved on?
“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“See you.”
Erin leaned towards Lexie. “She wants me to join her and Kevin for lunch tomorrow.”
“You know what that means,” Lexie said. “She wants to keep you close so she can keep an eye on you.”
“She shouldn’t be so concerned. Why would I want Kevin back, when he cheated on me with
her
?”
“Are you really okay working with Kevin, especially since you’ll be on the same team?” Lexie asked worriedly.
“Yes,” she said with conviction. “He means nothing to me anymore. It might feel uncomfortable for the first few days, but he’s not worth getting upset about.”
It was a pity her boss hadn’t realised that the Kevin he’d hired was the same Kevin who’d broken her heart fourteen months ago—the man who hadn’t had the decency to break up with her first before getting married to someone else during his trip to Europe with his buddies.
Apparently, Kevin had met Paula on the very first day he had landed in Spain and had decided to marry her six weeks later, just before he had to return to Australia. Unfortunately, Kevin had only deigned to tell Erin they were over when he’d come back to Sydney, with his new wife in tow.
Anger and hurt bubbled up inside Erin at the memory, but the emotions were only dull. She’d made her peace with Kevin’s actions months ago, after forcing herself to look for the silver lining.
Her relationship with Kevin hadn’t exactly been what she’d hoped for. They’d simply been plodding along, not exactly fighting, but not also sharing anything deep enough that was capable of strengthening their emotional bond. They’d never discussed their future as a couple, and had never felt the motivation to do so.
She’d come to realise that the only reason she’d been willing to stay with Kevin was because she hadn’t wanted another failed relationship after her past two had crumbled just after the second year anniversaries. Ironically, this particular one ended just after the two-year-mark as well.
Her phone started ringing again. Ugh!
“You’re kidding, right?” Lexie said, spying Kevin’s name on the screen.
“I better see what he wants,” she said, getting up from her seat to go inside the house for more privacy.
“Hello, Kevin,” she said in a distant but polite voice.
“Hi, Erin,” the man said in a too-bright tone. “How are you?”
“Well, thanks. You?”
“Good, thank you.”
“I’m looking forward to tomorrow,” Kevin said.
“You mean to our lunch with your wife?” she asked innocently.
“What lunch?”
Her brows lifted. “You don’t know? Paula just rang to invite me to have lunch with the two of you tomorrow.”
“I didn’t know that,” Kevin said after a pause. “I’m sorry about that, Erin. I’ll talk to her and tell her you’re not—”
“It’s okay, Kevin,” she interrupted. “I don’t want your wife worrying that there’s still something between us.”
“But... it would be so weird.”
“Yes, it would be. But I don’t want her getting suspicious or anything. She’s nice enough to approach this in a friendly manner.”
Kevin sighed. “Fine.”
“Good.”
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“I’m just curious... why haven’t you had a boyfriend since we split up?” Kevin asked.
She huffed in disbelief at his question. “Why do you want to know?”
“I was just wondering. A mutual friend has confirmed you haven’t seriously dated since we broke up.”