The Bride The Billionaire Couldn't Buy

Summary

The woman I’d been secretly crushing on for a decade suddenly texted me.

“Dean, I’m drunk. Can you take me home?”

I rushed out of my condo and drove across Bayport, following the pinpoint location she’d sent. But the man who opened the door to the private room wasn’t the one I was supposed to see.

It was Brock Harrington.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Dean Sullivan. Captain Perfect,” Brock sneered, leaning against the door frame of the exclusive club lounge. “After all these years, are you still hung up on Anya?”