Baby for Sugar Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance (Heartstring Dating Agency Book 6) by Lauren Wood (inspirational books TXT) 📗

Not just our users. But every executive we’ve ever had has found love through this company, one way or another.”

With that, he turned and went back to his wife, Victoria, who was waiting for him near the front doors. Cat and I flashed each other a shrug. Maybe the guy was just crazy. We didn’t know, and we didn’t really care. All we cared about was that we had each other, and our beautiful son waiting for us at home.

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Dating His Brother (Sneak Peak)

Heartstring Dating Agency Series

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I descended the stairs of the Blasiago Luxury Hotel in my emerald Gucci stilettos and matching bag, popping perfectly against my plum-colored, tight-fitted Schiaparelli dress and long flowing wavy red hair. My diamond jewelry reflected against my pale skin. I had been tanning all summer, but never to a point of changing my complexion too much. I preferred my tan without the overbaked look.

Paired with my flawless makeup, I knew I was looking fabulous. The envious stares of the female guests, combined with the lustful glares from the surrounding men (even the ones with dates) confirmed as much.

The restaurant and bar were around the corner from the glamorous stairway—meant to give women a chance to show themselves off to the crowd before settling in for dinner. The walls were lined with lush greenery and fountains backed by neon lights. It was one of the most Instagram-worthy places on earth, but I didn’t join in with my friends when they stopped to take selfies in front of the most photogenic spots. My mother always taught me to maintain a certain level of mystery, so I steered clear of those kinds of displays. I preferred to wait to be tagged in others’ photos. It kept me from looking like I was trying too hard.

And my friends would never hesitate to tag me, even if I didn’t really know why they looked up to me so much. They were a collection of designers, models, actresses, and top tier executives of multi-million dollar companies. They had titles. I was nothing more than an heiress, even if I did fit in seamlessly with the rest of the group. Maybe it had something to do with how often I footed the bill on our extravagant outings. Or the celebrities I had on speed dial in my contacts list.

Fabulous look, fabulous place, fabulous friends. All with a fabulous price tag that I didn’t have to bat an eyelash at. It was just another night in my life. I had it all, right? Well…The problem with having it all for so long was that after a while, it started to feel like less. I was growing tired of all the same old places and people. Even if we were jet setting around the world—never wearing the same thing twice, much less eating in the same place twice. It was all starting to look the same. It was all becoming too predictable.

These were the kinds of feelings my mom never warned me about. As an upper class socialite who never worked beyond organizing charity events for the fun of it, my mom raised me well. She taught me everything she knew—how to be graceful, alluring. She taught me how to spend money well (which according to her just meant spending a lot of it and always treating yourself to the best money could buy) and how to exude an air of “rich and classy.”

Maybe if she was still alive, she could have told me what to do when it all started to feel empty.

Not that my new feelings of discontentment slowed me down any. I let my friends cajole me into night after night, trip after trip, of flaunting our lives for everyone to envy. That night was no different. Until we settled into our VIP booth and were soon approached by what my friends deemed to be one of the hottest men on earth.

“Hey, aren’t you that Heartstring chick? Isabella?” He flashed his perfect white teeth. Judging by his muscular body and designer suit, I pegged him for a professional athlete of some kind.

“Isabella Landson,” I smiled tightly, extending my hand for him to kiss.

“Got a hot date lined up for tonight?” he grinned.

“Of course I do,” I yawned, already browsing the menu.

“Well, if it doesn’t work out…I’m right over there at that table.” He flicked a card out of his wallet and scribbled something on it before handing it to me. “And that’s the suite number I’m staying in.”

My friends whistled and howled as he walked away. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Phew, girl. He was hot!” Miranda commented, watching his butt from across the room. “What’s the deal with this Heartstring thing anyway?”

“I missed something,” Veronica leaned in, looking eager to hear more. “Heartstring? Like the dating app?”

“It was all Jack’s idea,” I groaned. “And believe me…when stuff like that happens, I regret agreeing to it more than ever.”

Miranda looked at the gorgeous guy, still smiling at me from his table, then back to me. “Oh sure. I feel so sorry for you,” she teased sarcastically.

My brother, Jack, had been a business consultant since college—and a good one too. The kind that got to fly all over the world to luxury resorts while he worked without spending a penny of our inheritance. At least he did until his old highschool buddy, Lucas Meadows, convinced him to come on at his company full-time. It helped that Jack wanted to shack up with Lucas’s sister, Jada.

“He doesn’t think I have enough to fill my time,” I explained. “So he ropes me into crap like this stupid campaign with Heartstring. He thought even if I didn’t find love or whatever, it’d