The Future of Love (Bachelor Billionaire #6) (34 page)

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Chapter 1 of “His Assistant - Part 1”, and Chapter 1 and
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for Love is a complete, stand-alone novel. It is #5 of a 5 novel
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A Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance)

A
Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance)

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In Love with My Brother's Best Friend

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A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother

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Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 1

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Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother, Part 2

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A
Blast from the Past (A Second Chance Romance)

Prologue

Twenty
Years Earlier

Olivia

It
was a day I would never forget for the rest of my life. The trees
were blowing and clouds filled the sky. I woke up to the sound of a
door slamming outside. Summer had just started. You would think I
would've been excited, but I wasn't. I liked school and didn't want
to be home for three months. It was one of the only places I was able
to get away from home and be myself. Our town was pretty small, and
everyone knew each other. I had a couple of friends at school, but my
dad didn't let me have people over. Summer was pretty boring for me.

The
couple that lived next door to me had just moved out. They were old
and said it was too cold for them. I think my mom said they were
going to Florida. When I heard a second car door slam, I was afraid
to look. Who was moving in, I wondered? Was it more old people, or
was it a bunch of bratty kids? I had just turned fourteen and was
going to start high school in the fall. There was no way I wanted a
bunch of tiny ones running around. It would be so loud. When I heard
a third car door close, I knew I had to look.

I
moved to my window and opened my shade the rest of the way. When I
looked over and saw him, my mouth dropped open wide. He was the
cutest boy I had ever seen. How old was he, I wondered? He was taller
than me, but that didn't mean anything. I was pretty short compared
to the other kids my age. He had short, dark hair. I saw a man and a
woman with him. There weren't many cute boys in our town. I had lived
there my whole life, so I knew all of the other kids.

The
boy walked up to the front porch and shook his head. I watched him
look up at my window before he sat down on the top step hanging his
head down. What was he like, I wondered? There were a million things
running wild through my mind. He could be smart, athletic, quiet,
loud, nerdy, mean, nice, or sarcastic. Maybe he didn't want to live
there. Parents made all the decisions for us. I didn't want him to
feel alone. That was a horrible feeling. His mom walked out and said
something to him. He got up, shook his head, and walked into the
house.

The
next morning, I looked out my window and saw him sitting against a
tree with his head in his arms. I wanted to know why he seemed so
sad. That was a feeling I knew well sometimes. I knew how guys could
be, and I knew I needed to appear confident and in charge. I wasn't
sure what I was dealing with and didn't want to end up being bossed
around by some boy. I threw some clothes on, brushed my teeth,
grabbed some flip-flops, and threw my hair up quickly, as I took off
out the door. It was time to welcome him and let him know he was in
my territory.

I
knew he didn't hear me coming, and when he looked up, I almost
stumbled. He was even cuter up close.

"My
name's Olivia," I mumbled.

Nice
going, I thought. That wasn't confident at all. He put his head back
down in his arms without a word. I let out a huff. He was being rude.

"Do
you have a name?" I asked.

"Zander,"
he answered from under his arms.

I
leaned down in front of him.

"How
old are you?" I asked.

"I'm
fourteen," he said, as he lifted his head.

"What's
your problem?" I asked.

"I
didn't want to come here. My dad made us move. He took a stupid job
here. I'm not staying any longer than I have to. As soon as I turn
eighteen, I'm going back to New York."

"Come
with me," I said, as I reached out my hand.

He
rolled his eyes, and I shook my hand in his face. I heard him huff as
he grabbed my hand and stood.

I
took him to my spot. It was in the woods behind our houses. I was
taking him to the one place I could think and get away from
everything, and I hoped it wasn't something I would regret.

"It's
not so bad here. I've lived here my whole life. You could at least
give it a chance. This is my spot. My parents never come out here.
You can come out here by yourself if you want."

He
let out a laugh. I had chairs and a table set up. There were a couple
of plastic boxes with books and other things in them.

"This
is where you hang out," he said with a shake of his head. "Is
this your idea of fun?"

"No,"
I snapped. "I don't like being in the house when my dad gets
home from work. He's mean to my mom, and sometimes, he's mean to me.
It's my place to be alone without either of them."

"I
don't get along with my dad either," he said. "He's too
busy telling me what I need to do. Nothing I do is ever right in his
eyes."

We
sat out there talking for hours. I heard a woman calling his name,
and he stood up and looked down at me.

"You
coming out here tomorrow, Livie?" he asked.

I
narrowed my eyes at him.

"Olivia,"
I snapped with my face scrunched in disgust.

"Whatever,"
he said.

"I
am," I said. "I come out here every day."

"I'll
see you tomorrow then, Livie," he said.

I
knew in that moment we were going to be friends, even if he was the
most irritating boy I had ever met.

When
I stood up, I walked over with a smile, ruffled his hair, and cocked
my head to the side.

"You're
not so bad. I'm going to marry you one day," I said with a huge
smile.

I
could be irritating too.

"What?"
he yelled out, as I walked away.

"See
you tomorrow, Z," I called back at him from over my shoulder.

Summer
wasn't going to be so bad after all, I thought.

His
Assistant – Part 1

Prologue

Brooke

As I
sat in the front row of the funeral home, I could not help but think
about her life. My mom passed away just two days before. A chill ran
through my body, as I sniffed in the smell that surrounded me. I was
glad there were only three flower arrangements delivered. It would
have been hard to get any more than that back to the house. People
came in and out of the room, letting me know how sorry they were.
They all stood around telling stories about my mom. The entire room
acted as if they knew her so well. She had been such a good friend to
each of them, they claimed. I had to laugh, as I listened to the
bullshit going on around me. None of them knew her. Not a single one
of them were there for her. I can't remember any of them offering to
help me through those two long, painful years. If they were such good
friends, where the fuck were they when I needed help?

My
mom was an amazing woman. She was a single mom at only twenty. I have
no idea how she raised me alone. My father passed away in a car
accident before she even had the chance to tell him she was pregnant.
She admitted that I was a product of a one night stand but still
planned on letting him know. There were no pictures of him for her to
show me, and she didn't really know anything about him. My birth
certificate did not list anyone as my father. How sad right?

I
always loved to watch my friends with their dads and wished I could
have met mine. I was always Brooke Smith, the little girl without a
father. There are so many kids in the world with only one parent, but
all of my friends had two.

My
mom worked her ass off making sure I had what I needed. Sure we
struggled all the time, but she made sure I had the necessities. I
knew there were times she went without, so that I could have
something I really wanted. She had more than one job at a time for as
long as I could remember. I know she was often tired, but she never
let it show. Dinner was always ready. I might have had to heat it up,
but it was there when I got home from school. Thinking back, I don't
ever remember her dating. She was always so busy working and raising
me. It was just the two of us, but we made it work.

When
I was fourteen, we moved to Michigan. That was where my mom's parents
lived. We had only visited a few times when I was younger, so I
didn't really know them very well. I talked to them on the phone
sometimes, but that was about it. They seemed nice enough. We moved
into their house with them. My mom said she wanted to be there to
help them, because they were getting older. I really think she was
tired of working so hard, and it was cheaper to live there. They were
very loving right from the start. My grandmother made sure I ate well
and rode me every day about my homework. It was nice to have two more
people to love.