Faking It with the Silverfox

Faking It with the SilverFox An Enemies to Lovers Best Friend's Brother Romance Ruby Wilde Also by Ruby Wilde Second Chance with the Enemy Bossy Silverfox Billionaire's Baby Faking It with the Silverfox Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Ruby Wilde All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organization and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. No portion 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 publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents About 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen Epilogue: One Year Later Ruby's Spotlight About Faking It with the Silverfox I agreed to play the fake fiancé of my best friend’s brother…getting knocked up by him wasn’t part of the deal. I was broke and hitting rock-bottom when I ran into him. Slade was the first man I kissed…and then he broke my heart. He’s also my best friend’s brother, a billionaire bad boy and my long-time crush. I hate him. The last thing I want is for him to see me break. He’s infuriatingly hot and his rock-hard body is begging for my touch. One look into his mesmerizing blue eyes and I lose all control. His touch ignites a fire within me and I give myself fully to him. Both of us need something. I need money and he wants his inheritance. Out of desperation, I decide to play his fake fiancé. All I need to do is focus and not lose my head. Easier said than done. Our hot night comes back to bite us…with 2 pink lines. Chapter One Amelia A sharp rapping pounded through my head like nails, waking me from what must’ve been an embarrassingly deep sleep. Drool stuck to my cheek and there was a candy wrapper tangled up in my auburn braid. Where the hell was that knocking coming from? “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to let down the window,” said a deep voice to my left. I jumped, hitting my head on the—roof? “Open the window or step out of the car.” Oh, right. I had forgotten in my sugar crash stupor that I had driven all night, found a semi-safe-looking truck stop, and immediately slumped down in the driver’s seat when I came back out of the convenience store. The gas station was well-lit, and I had gone through the aisles with a heavy drowsiness and a sense of urgency. There were crushed cans of energy drinks and two or three half-empty Styrofoam cups of gas station coffee currently sitting in my back seat from when I first left town. I had enough sense of mind to at least caffeinate. I let down the foggy window to find an unimpressed cop staring at me with one eyebrow raised. He waited impatiently while I dug around for my license and registration. He looked them over as if he had found me scribbling down a list of potential victims, instead of with steering wheel marks on my face and a snickers wrapper in my hair. “I had a long night,” I told him confidently and then winced. Great, Amelia. Now he thinks you’re a hooker. “Uh, driving, I mean,” I amended. “You can’t sleep here,” he told me sharply as he handed over the papers. “I gathered that,” I answered dully. I let out a jaw-straining yawn and glanced up at him. He stared at me for a moment and then pointed. His blank face never changed. “There’s a motel a little way up the road. A woman traveling alone needs a safe place to sleep. Not here. And that tire needs to be looked at, it’s going flat.” Well, that was mildly nice. Or maybe it was just the bare minimum of kindness and I had a really low bar at the moment. I was still pretty tired, and I was having trouble keeping up with the conversation. I honestly did have a really long day and night, so it was hard to tell whether he was actually a nice guy. Not that it mattered, but still. “Thanks. I think,” I said, giving him a half-hearted salute. He looked at me as if I was giving him secondhand embarrassment, and then he walked away without another word. Well, at least his face had momentarily lost that blank, dry look. If that encounter was any indication of how today was going to go, I might as well just park my car in a cave somewhere and sleep away the entirety of the autumn. “Okay, Jeep, don’t fail me now,” I said, patting my car’s beat-up steering wheel. The darkening sky above the mountains seemed as if it wanted to swallow the whole of the world below. In the boredom of sitting at my window seat, I pictured the storm as a terrible monster, waiting to suck me into its dark embrace. Heavy clouds hung low and foreboding, hiding the light of a watery, early-afternoon sun. The snow-capped mountains rose and fell, cradling the valley that stretched in a never-ending spread of fall shrubbery and thick pines. The winding road curved around the mountainside, and I could almost see where the civilization ended, and the wilds began. “You want—?” My waitress asked me something and the words were jumbled in my exhausted mind. I blinked at her. “Sorry, what?” She smiled at me sympathetically over her glasses. “I asked if you wanted a water, too.” “Oh, no, thank you,” I told her, giving her a smile. I was almost sure that it was a grotesque version of what it should have been. I