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Boulder Billionaires Book One

Billionaire Boss / Fake Fiancé / Second Chance / Enemies to Lovers / Forced Proximity

What could be worse than my ex walking in on me half naked? How about being fake engaged to him and taking his orders 24/7.

Jackson Big shows up in my life after 10 years.

And offers, no, orders me to work for him.

It"s going to be fun making his life hell.

So here I am in his office, waiting to see him again, my stomach in knots.

And instead of keeping my cool, I spill coffee all down my blouse.

I frantically try to clean up, standing there just wearing my thin bralette.

And that"s when the door opens…

And in walks the man who crushed my heart.

My bare torso in full view.

In his eyes, there"s a hunger and longing that sets my heart pounding.

And I can"t help but notice how sexy he looks in a suit.

So he gives me his shirt.

And now we"re both half naked.

Alone in his office.

He"s definitely got something BIG planned for me.

Because, somehow, he"s now my boss and I"m wearing his ring on my finger.

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Chapter One

Jackson

Relocating my headquarters to Boulder, Colorado was going to be a pain in the ass. It better be fucking worth it.

I needed sleep, and I needed a glass of whiskey.

"Jack," someone called from behind me.

Put your fucking game face on. Pretend you aren't two seconds away from throwing yourself off this goddamn building. Slapping a grin on my face, I turned. Before me stood Will, Head of Development, with a clipboard clutched to his chest. "Yes?"

"You asked for an update on the campus."

"Shit, sorry, yes," I sighed, leaning forward on the back of one of the shittiest office chairs imaginable. I hated the environment we were working in. The space came furnished but the lights were horrible, the atmosphere dingy. Not up to scratch for J.B. Tech. Not yet. "Update me."

"Construction should be finished in the next day or two. Electricity was finished yesterday, water the day before that. Internet and elevators will be finished by Friday. All that's left is the interior."

"Are we up to code?"

"Yep, the Boulder City council has given us the go-ahead to open up." Will clicked his pen, jotting something down on his clipboard before using the tip of it to shove his glasses farther up his face.

"Perfect. Thanks," I said, standing up straight.

"You know, sir, we could look into hiring another company for basic furniture and decorators. It could be less costly. We could get in touch with IKEA?—"

"Absolutely not," I seethed, directing my glare to the bridge between Will's glasses. "I don't know how many times I need to tell you. I don't careabout the cost. I want LV Interiors, and we will getLV Interiors."

"Yes, sir."

At least business was good.

I was excited about Infinius—our latest development in the tech industry. Infinius was an AI-powered software that was becoming drastically more useful every day. People wanted to buy it, wanted to know what it's capable of, and potentially invest in it.

But mostly, people wanted the chance to speak to me.

I'd made the jump from my family's business within the private military sector nearly six years ago. "It'll collapse,"they told me. "The tech industry is flooded."

Sure, Mom. That's why I had been on Forbes' thirty-under-thirty for the last two years.

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After my graduation from NYU, I spent a few more years in New York working as my parent's New York connection before moving back to Chicago and starting my own company. I'd visited Boulder a few times—once with Mandy before things went haywire, and the rest on business trips. Colorado had always been somewhat of a haven for me—I spent most of my winters in Vail, skiing or lounging around with Wade, my best friend.

Boulder had two things I needed more than anything.

The first and more sensible thing was that Boulder was tech-central. I'd never been one for the beach, so Silicon Valley was low on my list. But the mountains, the national parks in Colorado… those were what drew me the most along with the amount of tech companies.

The second and less sensible thing was easy in theory but difficult in practice.

Mandy.

She had moved back here after graduation.

And I hadn't seen her since that night.

I pulled my phone from my pocket. The lone notification on my screen was one I got at least once a week like clockwork—a text from my mom, asking the exact same thing she always did.

Are you free this weekend, honey? I've found an excellent woman that I'd love to set you up with on Saturday.

I swiped the notification away, needing desperately to not think about what ‘excellent woman'meant to my mom. In the back of my mind, I knew she was only trying to help, but I didn't want any help and I definitely didn't want whatever woman she had in mind.

I had moved to Boulder for a reason.

A knock on my door dragged my attention away from the distracting thoughts, and a second later, a mop of blonde hair poked into my office.

"Jack," Angela, my assistant said, shuffling her body between the frame and the slightly-open door before shutting it behind her. "I just got a call from LV Interiors."

My back went rigid as I slid my phone back into my pocket. "Okay."

"I know you said you wanted both owners in attendance…"

My fingers clenched around the armrest of my chair, my jaw steeling. "Don't say it."

"I'm going to say it, Jack." She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression stoic. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary, I'd have fired her long ago for her attitude. "Only Mr. Voss will be there."

"You're fucking joking, right?"

"No, I'm not joking."

"Call them back. Insist Ms. Littleson be in attendance as well," I snapped.

"Jack."

"Angela."

"Do you honestly expect me to do that?" She leaned back against the door, arms still tightly crossed against her chest. "You want me to embarrass myself by calling back?"

"Yes," I replied. I leaned back in my chair, then slowly lifting one foot after another, I placed them onto my desk, crossing them at the ankles. "Tell them the meeting won't go ahead if she's not there, and as such, the deal will be off."

"Fuck's sake," she grunted, pushing off from the door and opening it once again. "You're lucky you pay me enough to deal with this shit."

If she doesn't attend, the whole thing is pointless. All of it. Entirely, horribly pointless.

End of first chapter