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Loving Summer | The Summer Twins — Book One

A grumpy/sunshine billionaire romance

A secret billionaire. A kindergarten teacher with a walled-off heart. A twist of fate …

Don’t fall for the sexy billionaire.

Seems easy enough.

After all, the last thing I want is another relationship with a man who is so far out of my league.

I’ve been hurt enough and know better.

Or, at least, I should.

The only problem … I have no idea who he is when we meet.

And the handsome Oliver Stone is a man on a mission to win my heart.

Determined and attentive, he’s the knight in shining armor every woman dreams about.

But we both bear scars from our pasts.

Mine make me keep him at arm’s length.

Maybe for good reason.

Because he’s hiding a billionaire-dollar secret.

When it’s finally revealed …

Love might not be enough to survive the lie.

A steamy, low-angst, stand-alone contemporary romance about a grumpy, determined hidden billionaire and a penny-pinching, tenderhearted teacher doing her best to protect her heart.

WHAT YOU GET

✔️grumpy/sunshine⁣

✔️billionaire/kindergarten teacher⁣

✔️he falls first

✔️kind-hearted heroine⁣

✔️cinnamon roll Hero

✔️fated meeting⁣

✔️a secret that could ruin everything⁣

✔️a connection thought lost forever⁣

✔️filterless neighbor⁣

✔️🌶️🌶️🌶️

✔️HEA

Chapter One | OLIVER

[fifteen months prior]

“Fuck, this humidity might kill me! Explain to me why I couldn’t send a large donation again this quarter, rather than spend five days in this shitty hell hole?”

The people here have been great and appreciative of our work, but I don’t like to be away from my business for this length of time. Plus, the humidity and bugs have been driving me to despair. I can barely see a smooth area of skin on my arms and legs from all the fucking bites.

“I want you to be seen as a compassionate human being, as opposed to the dick people think you are! Plus, you had no choice but to come since I organized this little jaunt behind your back.” Jase claps me on the back, as he smiles and laughs.

It’s true. Most people think I’m an asshole because I’m solely focused on making my company the best it can be. I don’t dedicate any effort to building relationships with people outside of my business—why bother with people? They hurt you and let you down. My business has never disappointed me, cheated on me, or broken my trust. It makes sense to invest all of my time there. I don’t care that people think I’m an asshole because of that. Being perceived as a dick helps keep people from trying to get close to me—that’s a win in my book. My singular focus has made me successful beyond my expectations and that’s why, at thirty-two, I could retire and play golf for the rest of my days.

Fuck that, though.

Besides the fact that I hate golf, I thrive on the excitement of closing multi-million dollar deals for my clients—it makes waking up in the morning worth my while.

“C’mon Olly, you only have another twenty-four hours to play nice with others, then you can go back to living your lonely life far above the rest of us mere peasants. You can do it, man!”

“My life isn’t lonely. I have plenty of willing women lining up to keep me company,” I scoff. “Can you say the same?”

“Nope. Can’t say that I do.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “I spend my time with family and friends because I don’t want ‘plenty of women’; I want that one special lady.” He actually holds his hand over his heart and looks off into space when he says, ‘that one special lady.’ What a sap. He’s naïve if he believes in that happily ever after bullshit.

“Ah yes, that elusive ‘special lady.’ Don’t go down that path man, you’ll only end up broken-hearted and destroyed.”

Been there, done that. I thought I’d found that ‘special lady’—turned out she only wanted my money and the social status that came with dating me. When someone higher up the corporate ladder came along, she ditched me real quick. I won’t be making that fucking mistake ever again. The women I see agree to my terms, which satisfies my needs and keeps them at the distance all women should be kept. They know it’s only a physical arrangement most of the time. Occasionally, I’ll invite a woman to attend a business function with me, which also benefits her by increasing her public profile.

“Whatever, Olly. Not all women are heartless bitches.”

Yeah, I’ve heard that before, too. This is a regular discussion for us. He’s still single and I’m still safe.

* * *

It’s finally time to shower and get some food after working another ten-hour day. The extreme heat and humidity is sucking the life right out of my body. Even though I honestly didn’t want to come here, I have a sense of satisfaction seeing our hard work coming to fruition. It feels fucking fantastic to know I helped build a school, with my bare hands, for this underprivileged community. That I’ve contributed to helping make a kid’s future better. With an education, who knows where life will take them? That’s a fucking unbelievable thought. I’ll never admit it to Jase, though. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he made the right call—it would go to his head.

I know school saved my life. It was my one constant. The one thing I could focus on and pour my energy into. My singular focus on doing my best in school led to my eventual success and earned me the scholarship I desperately needed to get into college so I could follow my dream. Without school to focus my energy, I don’t know where I’d be today.

According to Bob and Ella, the couple who birthed the idea of this project, a couple of volunteer teachers from the States will arrive tomorrow. Apparently, one of them has won a ton of awards in her field and will work with the local teachers to help them establish a suitable curriculum for elementary-aged students; while the second teacher will help establish the curriculum for the middle and senior students. Which is why we need to complete the building tomorrow. There isn’t much left to do. We should finish the construction by tomorrow afternoon, then we’ll head back to our real lives tomorrow night. It’s been fucking exhausting working on this project and keeping on top of everything back home. For now, I’ll enjoy a cold beer while I catch up on work emails. Then I need to get a decent night’s sleep, ready to start all over again at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow.

* * *

“Pass me those nails, man.”

“How about a ‘please’? Pass me those nails, please?” Jase calls out over his shoulder with a smile on his face. I’m not sure how I’ve worked with him these past five years, since he’s such a sarcastic bastard. Luckily for him, he’s the best assistant I’ve ever had, and I don’t have to worry about offending him. He’s easy-going, efficient, organized, wicked smart, and manages to keep up with me, if not occasionally knowing what I need before I do. I’d never tell him that.

“Pass the fucking nails! I’m nearly done with this window.”

“Sure thing, boss. Here ya go. It would be nice if you said ‘please’ occasionally.”

“Hey, less of the boss thing. You know I don’t want anyone else here knowing who I really am. It’s bad enough that Bob and Ella know. I only agreed to do this if we kept it on the down-low. Unlike you, I don’t care if everyone thinks I’m an asshole. The only thing that matters is taking people’s investments and making them a shit ton of money.”

“I get where you’re coming from, even though I think you’re wrong. You pay me the big bucks to watch out for you. Remember?”

Turning to take the nails from Jase, I spot a striking woman walking toward us with a duffle on wheels. She’s genuinely struggling with it on the uneven terrain and if I weren’t struck dumb, I’d offer to help. She’s wearing tiny denim shorts, showing off a stunning set of shapely legs that end in a pair of battered red Converse. Raising my eyes to skim the rest of her exquisite body, I see she’s wearing a tank, which shows the ideal amount of cleavage.

Woah! If I can see the tops of those sensational tits, that means every other asshole can, too.

I scan the area, noticing she’s garnered quite a bit of attention, which I’m not happy about, from the other men working on site. Her fiery red hair, tied in some sort of intricate braid, has fallen over her shoulder. I don’t think I’ve ever seen hair that color before; it’s like the sunset at the end of a scorching hot day. Even though she’s finding it tough to maneuver her duffle, she has the biggest smile and her big blue eyes are sparkling like some kind of fairytale princess.

She’s like sunshine streaming through gloomy gray clouds.

No wonder every guy in a five-mile radius is checking her out. She’s the quintessential girl next door, except she’s stunning.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, boss! You’re making a scene.” Jase points out with a laugh.

Shit, I didn’t realize I’d been staring at the woman. “Fuck off.”

Jase moves toward her, helping with her duffle and situating it on the veranda.

She stops right in front of us as I’m glaring at Jase and gives us an award-winning smile. “Hey there! I’m pretty sure I’m in the right place. I’m supposed to meet Bob and Ella at one, but I think I’m a bit early. Are they around?” She looks around expectantly as if they’re going to walk out of the building at any second. “Oh sorry, I’m excited and forgot my manners. My name’s Kate.”

She’s obviously nervous because all of that comes out in a rush. Her nose, dotted with freckles, scrunches up as she thrusts out her delicate hand for me to shake, but Jase steps in before me, greeting her with a friendly smile—asshole. I scowl at him, but he ignores me, moving into her space.

“Hey, nice to meet you, Kate,” he raises his chin, giving her a friendly smile. “Bob and Ella stepped away for a bit, but they’ll be back shortly. I’m Jase, and this is Oliver.”

He’s so damn polite, making me appear more of an asshole because I haven’t said a word.

“Hi, nice to meet you guys. How long have you been working on the construction? I’m excited to start and can’t wait to see what I’ll be working with. This is such an incredible opportunity.”

She’s almost bouncing on her toes. Far too sweet for the likes of my cynical ass, but I’ll be damned if I can stop thinking about getting my hands and mouth on her sweet body.

“Are you one of the teachers who’ll be working with the local staff to help them set up?” I finally ask as I step into her space, forcing Jase back a step.

“I sure am! I’m a kindergarten teacher back home. I’m spending part of my summer break here to help Bob and Ella get the elementary part of the school established. It’s going to differ vastly from anything I’ve ever done before, but I love a challenge and you know, kids are kids, no matter where they live,” she says with a shrug.

Yep, sweet as honey, this one. I wonder if she tastes as sweet?

“How long have you guys been here?”

“Jase and I have been here for five days. We’re on our way home late tonight. We need to return to the real world and our actual jobs.” But damn, I wish I were staying longer, so I could see this woman naked. To pull that long, fiery-colored braid of hers back, allowing me to lick up her slender neck, trail my hands along all that smooth ivory skin encasing those shapely legs which I could wrap around—

“Oh yeah. What do you guys do for work? Are you in construction back home?”

Her question jolts me from my thoughts of having her for a night and drags me back into the conversation.

“I work for this—” Jase starts, pointing towards me.

“Nope. We work in corporate investments.” I cut Jase off before he opens his big mouth and outs me as his boss. He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.

He knew the deal.

“Oh wow. I bet this was quite an experience for the two of you.”

Her eyes keep wandering down my body. I took off my shirt because it’s fucking hot. I work hard for my body; I certainly don’t mind that she can’t keep her eyes to herself.

Jase smirks at me. “Yeah, we’re used to suits and ties and temperature-controlled offices. It’s been a wake-up call. I’m going to appreciate the luxuries of using my own shower, sleeping in a comfortable bed, and not sweating bullets all day.” I hear ya, brother.

He winks at Kate.

Fucking winks!

The bastard thinks he’s so fucking smooth with the ladies.

She laughs.

Fucking laughs at him, but she’s still looking at my chest.

I run my hand down my body to adjust my shorts and sure enough, her eyes follow the path. I haven’t taken my eyes off her and when she finally looks up and notices I’ve caught her ogling me; she swallows hard and blushes.

Now that’s what I’m talking about! That’s the reaction I want from her. To have a woman look at me like I’m a piece of meat as opposed to a walking credit card is something else. Most women know who I am, which means they only look at me for what I can give them, not for the man I am.

It’s rather refreshing.

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