Accidental Vegas Daddy

ACCIDENTAL VEGAS DADDY AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER ROMANCE RUBY EMHART Copyright © 2023 by Ruby Emhart All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ABOUT THE BOOK I accidentally married my best friend’s brother in Vegas. Now I’m pregnant. “Three million dollars. Going once, twice. SOLD!” “To the tall gentleman in the back.” A bachelorette auction, a blurry night in the city of Sin. Wickedly hot stranger in my bed and, A huge rock on my finger. WTF! I’m married? Shocked, I fled the city with my dirty little secret. A week later... My BFF invited me to her welcome home party. In walks Mason Russell, a certified playboy billionaire. Turns out, he’s not only my Vegas husband, but my best friend’s brother. The plan was to end the facade but, His seductive green eyes and bulging biceps have me melting into his arms. He’s a bachelor that can’t be tamed, but What will happen when I tell him he’s going to be a daddy? CONTENTS Also by Ruby Emhart 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 THANK YOU FOR READING EXCERPT FROM SILVER FOX BABY DADDY ABOUT THE AUTHOR ALSO BY RUBY EMHART Bossy Grump Billionaires Series: Ex-Boyfriend Bosshole || Secret Babies For A Bossy Grump Doctor Bossy Grump || Grump Daddy Next Door Christmas Series: Mistletoe Grump Box Set: Bossy Grump Billionaires The Boston Billionaires Series : Claimed By My Billionaire Ex Get My FREE Book: One Night Bosshole CHAPTER ONE KENZIE “Winner, winner, chicken dinner,” someone yelled at a table close by. The buzz of the casino and chimes of the slot machines was a welcome distraction after a long day of networking that got me nowhere. I needed more authors and investors to advance my small digital publishing company, Marin Digital, to keep the larger conglomerates off my back. I had some companies showing interest in purchasing my company, and I had zero interest in selling. “Kenzie! There you are!” Rodger, my accountant, yelled as he came up behind me, sitting at a slot machine with Cleopatra’s smiling face glowing at me. “We didn’t see you sneak away. The team’s thinking of ordering another round before the trivia tournament starts.” “I’ve had more than enough to drink, Rodger,” I said, holding up my glass that was only half full of my fourth Long Island Iced Tea of the night. I was feeling it. “I was planning to head back to my room once I’m done here.” “Awe, come on. Live a little. Today was taxing for all of us. Besides, with you on our team, we will annihilate the competition.” “You guys will do great, I know it. I’m beat after the day we’ve had. Not to mention the dancing that these shoes were not made to endure.” I held out my foot to show off my favorite black pumps with five-inch heels. They went well with my green retro pencil dress, but my feet and calves were killing me from being on my feet all day and then attempting to dance afterward. “You guys enjoy the rest of the weekend. I actually booked an earlier flight home so I can get back to work.” I turned back to the machine and punched the button. “You work too hard, boss,” Rodger said with a quick squeeze of my shoulder, knowing I wasn’t changing my mind. “See you on Monday,” he said with a sigh, and he walked away. I downed the drink that I was nursing and pressed the button again, snorting at the images taunting me to keep playing. I had dumped sixty dollars into the damn machine and had yet to win more than ten. With a huff, I grabbed my clutch and started looking for my exit. My head was swimming a little, and I realized I might have had a little too much to drink. The huge king-sized bed in my suite was calling my name, and I couldn’t get there fast enough. I looked around and realized I was completely lost in this space with no exit in sight. Do they design it like this on purpose to keep everyone confused and then distracted with the lights of the machines? No wonder people end up staying for days, emptying their savings. I saw a large set of double doors to my left and assumed it would lead to some part of the hotel. I stumbled through them and found myself in what looked like a large ballroom. I was standing behind a black silk curtain connected to a stage. Chatter was coming from the other side of the curtain, as well as an auctioneer chanting rhythmically and quickly into a microphone that filled the space. Not sure what I walked into, I turned to leave but was swept toward the stage by a petite woman talking into a headset. She had no interest in my protests as she slapped a round number on my chest and pushed me up a small set of stairs leading to the stage. “I found number seven. She’s on her way to the stage now,” the woman said into her headset. “I’m not—” “Just step through these curtains when you hear your number and smile,” the woman said before looking at a tablet in her hand. “Miss, I—” “And here comes our last beauty of the evening, number seven!” a man’s voice boomed throughout the room.