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WESTON A BILLIONAIRE’S GAME NOVEL SAMANTHA WHISKEY CONTENTS Also by Samantha Whiskey Now Available in Audiobook! 1. Weston 2. Brynn 3. Weston 4. Brynn 5. Weston 6. Brynn 7. Weston 8. Brynn 9. Weston 10. Brynn 11. Weston 12. Brynn 13. Weston 14. Brynn 15. Weston 16. Brynn 17. Weston 18. Brynn 19. Weston Epilogue Connect with me! Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright © 2023 by Samantha Whiskey, LLC All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. 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Axel Sawyer Connell Logan Cannon SEATTLE SHARKS SERIES Let the Sharks spice up your commute! Grinder Enforcer Winger Rookie ROYAL ROMANCE SERIES These twin princes are sure to help you escape! The Crown The Throne For the friends who become lovers WESTON Adrenaline surged through my veins, making my knee bounce underneath the poker table. Or the involuntary action could be happening because I was heads up in a poker hand with none other than Doyle fucking O’Brien. Not only was his personality as appealing as a viper’s, his presence at our exclusive poker game was a monthly reminder about one of the rare times I’d ever lost a bet with an outsider. A fucking Ducati race, at that. Jesus, when he’d made the bet, I doubted a bike could even haul him uphill, let alone beat me by a fucking centimeter. “You should bet the Raptors,” Doyle said, his beady eyes locking on mine from where he sat to Gareth’s left. “Not a fucking chance,” I said, shaking my head as I scribbled another bet on a white chip. I’d connected with the flop, boasting two pair and a straight draw. I wasn’t going anywhere. Could it be because I wanted to bust Doyle any chance I got? Probably, but I still had a good hand. Not good enough to put my NFL team on the table, though, not that I’d ever put it at risk. It was one of the only things my prick of a father left me after he died that I actually loved. “You sure?” Doyle asked. “I could really turn that team around.” “You couldn’t turn around shit even if you were wearing roller skates,” Crossland said, openly glaring at Doyle. Cross never hesitated to get in a jab toward him, but in his defense, Doyle constantly berated not only us, our guests, and our companies, but also his daughter and any other female who happened to be within hearing distance. Doyle was a bastard through and through. He once snapped at Brynn, my longtime friend and personal assistant, but she shut that shit down faster than I could blink. I’d been boiling over the situation, ready to finally hand Doyle his ass, but Brynn had handled it like she handled everything—with a level of grace I marveled at. “You’re not in this hand, Crossland,” Doyle said. “Stay out of it.” Cross flipped him off, returning his attention to the woman currently draped over his shoulder, smoothing her hands along his chest. I threw in my bet to match his, and dealt the turn. The fourth card on the board missed me completely, but I kept my poker face rock solid. Doyle shook his empty lowball glass, the half-melted ice clinking as he shoved it behind him, not even bothering to look at his daughter dutifully sitting there. “Refill,” he demanded without a hint of pleasantry. Serenity hopped out of her chair and headed toward the bar across the room in a hurry. The response looked ingrained in her, as if in the past she’d hesitated a beat too long and there’d been repercussions. “There are staff here for that, you know,” Gareth snapped, shifting his forearms on the table in a move that was more than intimidating. His white dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, the ink on his forearms on full display. It was always a competition between him and Crossland on who hated Doyle more, and right now, Gareth was in the lead. Doyle ignored him, and I shifted in my seat, sparing a glance at Brynn. There wasn’t a trip I went on where she didn’t come along, not only because without her I’d be lost in a schedule I’m still not even sure how she managed for me, but because she was my constant. I leaned on her after my father passed away and left me with an empire I barely had a clue how to run, and I’d never looked back. She was relaxed on a little chaise lounge, her legs bare and outstretched, her sundress hugging her slight curves in the most delectable way. Fucking hell, did she have to look so enticing with