Taken By the Fake Date

Taken By the Fake Date An Age-Gap Billionaire Single-Dad Romance Nicole Love Copyright Copyright 2023 by Nicole Love - All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Mailing List Sign up for Nicole Love’s mailing list New subscribers receive a full-length hot heartfelt enemies-to-lovers romance book Click this link to join: https://BookHip.com/BDNKLJR Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Epilogue Chapter One Colton When I shut off the purring engine, I wait for several seconds, taking deep, calming breaths. Then, I turn my gaze to the young woman in the passenger seat. I find her engrossed in the video currently playing on her iPad. Getting out of my car, I open the passenger side door for my daughter, who's five, and who absently attempts to get out while still glued to the tablet screen. "Amy. Put your device in the bag.” I order gently. The girl gives a little sigh but does as I say, stuffing her iPad in the bag and slinging it over her chubby shoulder. I help her down and hold her hand as I lead her toward the little studio I had enrolled her in six months ago. Doing so had not been a tough decision to make. The studio had just a handful of students close to Amy's age, and the location was isolated enough for us to avoid run-ins with the paparazzi. Her dance teacher is at the door and flashes a smile that I know is only meant for Amy, who's also sporting a huge grin. "If it isn't my favorite dancer." "You say that to all of us, Cassidy," Amy says as she drops my hands and hurries towards Cassidy's outstretched hand. Cassidy looks up, those emerald-green eyes flashing into mine as she wraps her arms around Amy in a hug. "Mr. Randall." Her voice is devoid of the playful inflection she injected when she spoke to Amy. "Miss Dumont," I nod, waiting. Cassidy eyes me with a light frown and drops to one knee so that she's at eye level with Amy. "Why don't you go in and change? I'll be with you in a second.” Amy gives a huge nod and skips into the studio. "You should never leave those kids unattended," I say with a frown, imagining Amy struggling to get into her leotard and falling flat on her face. "You can't possibly mean that," Cassidy begins with a shake of her head. Her short, luscious locks, the blond streaks catching the light of the early morning sun. I blink and begin to look away from the stunning sight. "I do. These are just kids, and they have to be looked after all the time." "A minute or two in there alone won’t kill them," Cassidy tells me. "The only reason I have not gone in with her is that I thought you wanted to talk." "I do. Amy had a stomach ache last night and didn’t sleep well. Please, take it easy with her, especially in showing her the steps. She insisted on coming; otherwise, she wouldn't be here.” "All right, Mr. Randall." "Call me if anything goes wrong and remember that she drinks only sparkling water." "That's the umpteenth time you have told me that, Mr. Randall. But thank you for the reminder.” "She's allergic to--" "Bananas and should take rests every now and then to ensure her blood sugar is properly regulated, as well as call you if she so much as sneezes. I've got it, Mr. Randall." Cassidy is practically glaring me straight in the eye and does not wait for a response but whirls around and moves towards the door, walking through it and slamming it deliberately behind her. I give a low chuckle and begin to make my way back to my car. I don't know why getting under the young woman's skin fills me with such glee, but it does. She has, in the past, always managed to maintain a certain composure that has gnawed on my nerves. How can she be so laid back when the safety of my child rests in her hands for two hours and thirty minutes? I start my car and begin the drive back home. However, when my phone begins to ring, I glance at it, noting that it is my publicist. I rarely ever receive calls on my personal cell. I carefully parked my car, not wanting to risk a crash, to take the call. "Whatever this is, it'd better be important," I say. "Good afternoon, Colt. Did I catch you at a bad time?" "Yes. But you can go right ahead." "I'm afraid I must," Natalia Courtland says with a sigh. "This cannot wait." I frown. "What is it, Natalia?" Has some stalker found my daughter and me again? Being one of the most famous designers in the world comes with its downsides, one of which is having to deal with stalkers. I'd dealt with my fair share of stalkers in the past, and nothing about the experience had been fun. Trying to provide my daughter with a life as normal as possible, going back into isolation will impact her the most. "Is there another stalker on my radar again? Will I have to move?" "Colt, there is no stalker," Natalia tells me, and I slouch on my seat, breathing a sigh of relief, and thankful that Amy isn't here to witness my terrible posture. "I think