Divorced, childless, and jobless at 30.
My younger self had it all planned. I would be married by 22—check. Have the dream job after university—check. And a couple of kids to go with the perfect wife.
My wife left me for a guy ten years younger than me, and they're having the babies we should have had. The dream job became a dream when the company I worked for went belly up because of bad investments.
So here I am, moving across the state with just my dog to the big city. Single, jobless and about enough money after the divorce to pay-off my truck, and hopefully rent an apartment.
Apparently it's my destiny.
I got offered an easy job managing some billionaire's estate while he's off to Antarctica for three months on some expedition. So here I sit, counting his money, pretending to be him. Well, more like a glorified house sitter whose German shepherd actually landed me the job because he looks like a guard dog. (Which couldn't be further from the truth.)
What I didn't expect (nor I assume did he) was that his daughter would show up. One that apparently can't stand her father.
He said to treat everything as if it were mine.
I might be taking this job a little too literally.
A "Kind of" Billionaire Series:
Taking a Risk
Safety in Numbers
Pretend You're Mine
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I probably won’t even finish reading this book. The character development between the two main characters could have been a lot better. I’m on page 354 and am utterly disappointed.
Terrible summary horrible book