Title: His Dirty Bargain
Series: Dirty Billionaires #3
Author: Fiona Murphy
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Three billionaire brothers: Cesare, Enzo, and Dante Sabatini have everything except the one thing money canât buy. Three big beautiful, women Alicia, Bethany, and Chloe will teach them the ABCs of love. Follow these couples as they negotiate the riskiest deal of all, falling in love.
My biological clock has been pounding. Any minute now, I'm going to hit buy on the sperm that's been sitting in my online cart for the last six months.... any minute. I want to be a single mom. The last five years without a man have been the best years of my life. Except, I do want kids, six if I had my way. But if Iâm doing it alone, I canât really afford more than one.
At least what I need I can get off a website. I had no idea men had biological clocks too, but Enzo Sabatini proved otherwise. The control-freak billionaire married a gold-digging womb to get the children he wanted, and not surprisingly it blew up in his face. With the ink barely dry on his divorce that lasted longer than his marriage, I'm tasked with finding him a new place to live. I can't believe it's really heat I see in his eyes when he looks at me. I'm nothing like his usual women, plus size compared to size zero.
Shock is an understatement when I see the ring. I can barely process his insane proposal of me getting the dream house and the multifamily property I want in exchange for at least ten years and two kids. Wait, what? What kind of effing proposal is that? It's not a marriage proposal, it's a bargainâone with limits and terms and signed off by lawyers. I don't care how hot he is; he's lost his mind.
So why do I say not yet instead of no? Is this going to be the biggest mistake of my life, or is there any way we can make a happy-ever-after from this dirty bargain?
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A hand wraps around my arm as he drags me after him. âWhat the hell is going on with you?â he thunders once weâre out on the front lawn.
âDonât yell at me, damn it! Are you fucking serious? You tell my boss a personal plan in a light meant to shame and embarrass me over brunch, you belittle me, you ignore me, then you want to know what is going on with me?â
Shaking his head, he takes a deep breath. âDonât forget I let the tiny blonde close to me.â
Violence erupts from me and I shove him, hard. âShe fucking touched you like she had every right to.â Oh god, I didnât do that.
The bastard laughs as he tugs me close. Iâm so ashamed I canât look at him even though I want to push him away from me, pissed that heâs daring to laugh. âFuck, woman, you are driving me crazy. Why canât you be normal?â
With a sigh I give in to resting my head on his chest. All at once, the anger and pain disappears as I inhale his scent, feel his body against mine. âIâm not going to apologize. Normal is boring. If I were normal you wouldnât look at me twice, you would have already moved on to your next bimbo.â
âHmmâ¦â His hand runs up and down my back soothingly. âI wonât lie, youâre right. Bimbos are boring, you could never be called boring. So Iâve been thinkingâ¦â He pulls out something shiny from his pocket. No, it canât be. Holy fuck, it is. âI have another deal to offer you. Marry me and weâll fill this place with laughter and memories. Help me turn it from a house into a home. I want at least two kids, any more is up to you, and in return Iâll buy you the multifamily property you want, and this place is yours free and clear as long as we hit ten years. We give it at least ten years and youâll think youâve won the lottery. If you want out any sooner, Iâll make you regret ever meeting me.â
I stumble back from him on shaky legs, staring at the enormous ring in horror. âWhat kind of marriage proposal was that? It was a marriage proposal, right?â How could he say such awful things at the same time as asking me to marry him? âHave you lost your mind?â
At least he has the decency to blush. âWhat? Itâs an honest deal between two people, a hell of a lot more honest than ninety percent of the proposals happening any given day. I get it, you have a hard time trusting men are going to stick around, treat you well, and be faithful. The ring gives you the first one, and I donât have a problem with either the second or third thing. I bought this house for you, you can make it anything you want. If we divorce youâll get it in the settlement on top of the multifamily and more than generous alimony, as long as I get custody of the kids.â
This is a dream, a nightmare, a crazy Klonopin-induced nightmare because who the hell would believe this is real? Iâm shaking my head, trying to clear it, trying to figure out what is happening. The ring is thrust in my face again. Itâs enormous, an odd pinkish peach color. âWhat is it?â
âItâs a padparadscha, a kind of sapphire. Normally, I wouldnât have gotten something so big at twenty-eight carats, but the only other one they had was only four carats and that didnât seem right at all. A diamond didnât seem unique enough for you. Iâm also willing to admit I didnât want any man thinking you were available.â He shrugs.
And itâs the sweetest thing I think heâs ever said. How could he say that while also saying all the other crap? âWeâve known each other a week, less than a week. I canât marry you, itâs crazy.â
âHow is it crazy? We both know what we want, we both want the same thing, and we both want each other. When somethingâs right itâs right. When you know you know. What difference does it make from one week to one year?â
âBecause, I donât know how you like your coffee. I donât know your favorite food, color, or book. I donât know if you sleep naked or in pajamas. I donât know anything about you other than you have way too much money, an enormous ego, and okay, yes, I want to have sex with you, but that doesnât make a marriage, not even one for just ten years.â
âWe couldnât make a marriage without the sex.â
âI donât want to breastfeed. Iâll do everything I can to make sure I have a C-section up to and including bribing my doctor. Even if I didnât have to work, I want to after my maternity leave is over. I want six kids, not two, not four, six. I want private school but not religious schools. I donât want to take my kids to church on Sundays, I want them to choose what they believe in. I donât want to do the Santa myth thing or the tooth fairy. I want my kids to know theyâre important, but I refuse to let them believe the world revolves around them. Those are important, those things could break up a marriage. Those are the things you learn over the course of dating and having an actual relationship instead of just jumping into a marriage.â
âSo youâre saying, no?â
Oh god, he actually looks sad, then he blinks and itâs gone. Deep down I want to scream yes, fuck caution, fuck that itâs too soon, he wants me, bought a house for me, he bought a ring, except heâs saying things like ten years and threatening me with horrors unknown if I dare to want a divorce before ten years. Fear outweighs everything. âIâm saying not yet.â
âI should have known.â He flicks the ring at me. I canât catch it, it falls at my feet. âKeep it, I sure as fuck donât want it. Use it to go toward your sperm donor.â I canât believe heâs just walking away.
Iâm frozen where I stand. It was real. Enzo Sabatini just asked me to marry him. No, he offered me a deal, a bargain, one with a whole lot of strings he would use to tie me up. The insane ring glints up at me. I bend down; itâs heavy. Donât do it, Chloe. A sick curiosity has me slipping it on my left ring finger. My stomach flips a dozen timesâit fits perfectly.
In the moment I was positive I did the right thing, but nowâ¦Iâm not sure anymore.
Due to commitment issues I have lived in many different cities and my favorite is Chicago but I have managed to settle into Austin and perhaps my commitment issues are behind me.
I have enjoyed reading from a very young age and it wasn't long before the children books bored me and I read the books my mother enjoyed Stephen King and Dean Koontz and I didn't sleep without the light on until I was about ten.
I came across my first Harlequin by accident and it was love at first read, no one died and happy endings? It was a whole new world and I loved it.
I wrote my first story at eight and everyone died, of course. Since then I would like to think I've gotten better and now I'm writing the happily ever afters I first fell in love with, with some hot sex thrown in along the way.
As a plus size woman myself, I have started writing the stories I always wanted to see myself in but never did. And now Iâm ecstatic to give BBWs the happily ever afters with hot Alphas I want to read.
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