Fake Fiancé Boss Daddy

FAKE FIANCÉ BOSS DADDY CALLIE STEVENS Copyright © 2023 by Callie Stevens 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. CONTENTS Prologue 1. Loxton 2. Sadie 3. Loxton 4. Sadie 5. Loxton 6. Sadie 7. Loxton 8. Sadie 9. Loxton 10. Sadie 11. Loxton 12. Sadie 13. Loxton 14. Sadie 15. Loxton 16. Sadie 17. Loxton 18. Sadie 19. Loxton 20. Sadie 21. Loxton 22. Sadie 23. Loxton 24. Sadie 25. Loxton 26. Sadie 27. Loxton 28. Sadie 29. Loxton 30. Sadie 31. Loxton 32. Sadie 33. Loxton Damaged Secret Daddy Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Also by Callie Stevens PROLOGUE SADIE I really hate hospitals. I don’t know if it’s the smell or the whole vibe of the place that is off, but I usually avoid it like the plague. Today, though, there’s no avoiding it. And the weird part is, I’m not even sick. My potential future boss is. That’s right, I’m here for a job interview. I’ve been to a few in my life. Mostly, in offices, but also a couple of restaurants, and even once at a golf course, weirdly enough. But this one has to take the cake. I look around for the room number I was given, and when I find it, I gently knock on the open door, poking my head in. “Come in, my dear. Aren’t you a beauty.” The frail man looking at me from that slightly raised hospital bed looks nothing like his online pictures. He is usually a force to be reckoned with, but today, it’s almost as if a stronger breeze could blow him away forever. It’s heart-breaking really. “Thank you. How are you doing, Mr. Breckwood? Are you sure this is something you should be doing?” He is alone at the moment, and I’m not sure if we are waiting for someone else, or if we are it. He waves my concern away. “Pffft, my heart just played a little prank on me, but I’m stronger than I look. They’ll tinker with me in a couple of hours and tune me up a bit and I’ll be good to go.” He cheekily winks at me, but I can tell this interview is taking a lot from him. He is pale and his breath is short. “Now, tell me, dear. How would you feel about keeping an eye on my son for me while he gets his bearings on the helm of the company?” “I’m not sure I understand, sir.” “Here’s the thing. My son is a good kid, but his head is not in the right place. He’s always more concerned with his parties and chasing all the skirt he can find.” The sadness in his eyes as he shakes his head is clear. I’ve heard and read enough about his son to know what kind of person he is. A self-centered, spoiled, playboy brat that only cares about booze and loose women. I have no idea how those women stand to be around someone like that, but I guess there is a lid to every pot. I also can’t understand how this powerful businessman, who is a role model as far as I’m concerned, could have a son like that. But I just keep my face as neutral as I can and keep my opinions to myself. They would not help my case here “I’ve always wanted to bring him onboard and it is my dream to one day see him proudly commanding the company, but until I fell to this damn bed, he wouldn’t even let me talk to him about it.” He shrugs. “I guess this little forced vacation were good for something since he is considering taking my place for a few months at least. And that is what I need you for, my dear.” “What exactly would my job be, if I may ask?” “You most certainly can.” He smiles benevolently at me. “My job is a lot of responsibility and I know he’ll need guidance and a lot of help, especially during these early times where he is still coming to grip with the fact that he has to be there. I also know he is too proud to ask for help and that he worries about me enough not to come to me. So, I need eyes and ears there, to be able to take precautions if things get… let’s say complicated.” I nod my understanding to him. “Your job would be to help where and when he needs it, in any way he needs it, and report to me every week. I want a full status report about his performance.” “If you’re scared he’ll do something to hurt the company in any way, why not just hire someone that’s more suited for the job?” “I’m not scared. I know he is the man for the job. I also know he doesn’t know it yet. So, this is his trial by fire, I suppose. And until everything is exactly how it needs to be, I need to know what he is up to there.” “I understand.” I don’t, not really. The guy is a playboy, a slacker. “Just one more thing. And this one is key. I told you he likes to chase skirt. I’d like your word that nothing of the sort will happen between you. If this is not something you can promise, I’ll have to interview someone else.” “I don’t sleep with my bosses. I pride myself on being a professional.” “Good. Good. I’d hate to hear that something happened and that his head is anywhere else than at the job he has to do. So, my dear, can I count on you?” Not to sleep with his son? Not even a question. But this poor man is delusional to trust his