Bad Bridesmaid Billionaires Club #11 Elise Faber BAD BRIDESMAID BY ELISE FABER Newsletter sign-up This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used. Except for review purposes, the reproduction of this book in whole or part, electronically or mechanically, constitutes a copyright violation. BAD BRIDESMAID Copyright © 2021 Elise Faber Print ISBN-13: 978-1-946140-96-8 Ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-946140-95-1 Cover Art by Jena Brignola Contents Billionaire’s Club Billionaire’s Club Cast of Characters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue Epilogue Bad Swipe Billionaire’s Club Also by Elise Faber About the Author Billionaire’s Club Bad Night Stand Bad Breakup Bad Husband Bad Hookup Bad Divorce Bad Fiancé Bad Boyfriend Bad Blind Date Bad Wedding Bad Engagement Bad Bridesmaid Bad Swipe Billionaire’s Club Cast of Characters Heroes and Heroines: Abigail Roberts (Bad Night Stand) — founding member of the Sextant, hates wine, loves crocheting Jordan O’Keith (Bad Night Stand) — Heather’s brother, former owner of RoboTech Cecilia (CeCe) Thiele (Bad Breakup) — former nanny to Hunter, talented artist Colin McGregor (Bad Breakup) — Scottish duke, owner of McGregor Enterprises Heather O’Keith (Bad Husband) — CEO of RoboTech, Jordan’s sister Clay Steele (Bad Husband) — Heather’s business rival, CEO of Steele Technologies Kay (Bad Date) — romance writer, hates to be stood up Garret Williams (Bad Date) — former rugby player Rachel Morris (Bad Hookup) — Heather’s assistant, superpowers include being ultra-organized Sebastian (Bas) Scott (Bad Hookup) — Devon Scott’s brother, Clay’s assistant Rebecca (Bec) Darden (Bad Divorce) — kickass lawyer, New York roots Luke Pearson (Bad Divorce) — Southern gentleman, CEO Pearson Energies Seraphina Delgado (Bad Fiancé) — romantic to the core, looks like a bombshell, but even prettier on the inside Tate Connor (Bad Fiancé) — tech genius, scared to be burned by love Lorelai (Bad Text) — drunk texts don’t make her happy Logan Smith (Bad Text) — former military, sometimes drunk texts are for the best Kelsey Scott (Bad Boyfriend) — Bas and Devon’s sister, engineer at RoboTech, brilliant Tanner Pearson (Bad Boyfriend) — Bas and Devon’s childhood friend, photographer Trix Donovan (Bad Blind Date) — Heather’s sister, Jordan’s half-sister, nurse who worked in war zones, poverty-stricken areas, and abroad for almost a decade Jet Hansen (Bad Blind Date) — a doctor Trix worked with Molly Miller (Bad Wedding) — owner of Molly’s, a kickass bakery in San Francisco Jackson Davis (Bad Wedding) — Molly’s ex-fiancé Kate McLeod (Bad Engagement) — Kelsey’s college friend, advertiser extraordinaire, loves purple and Hermione Granger Jaime Huntingon (Bad Engagement) — vet, does excellent man-bun Heidi Greene (Bad Bridesmaid) — science, organization, and Twilight nerd Brad Huntington (Bad Bridesmaid) — travel junkie, dreamy hazel eyes, hidden sweet side Additional Characters: George O’Keith — Jordan’s dad Hunter O’Keith — Jordan’s nephew Bridget McGregor — Colin’s mom Lena McGregor — Colin’s sister Bobby Donovan — Heather’s half and Trix’s full brother Frances and Sugar Delgado — Sera’s parents Devon Scott — Kels and Bas’s brother Becca Scott — Kels and Bas’s sister in law Heidi Greene — Kels’ friend since college Cora Hutchins — Kels’ friend since childhood One Heidi She was wearing a bridesmaid’s dress and holding a leash. Not the strangest sentence ever uttered. Unless, perhaps, she included what was on the other end of the leash. Because she’d been escorted down the aisle by a rooster name Sir Fuzzy McFeatherston, or the Fuzz, for short. He was cute. He was cocky—ha—and he was not happy to be on a leash. Thankfully, though, the ceremony was wrapping up. The bride and groom—her best friend, Kate, and her almost-husband, Jaime—were kissing. Soon, she’d be able to put the rooster in the cage, and she could get to drinking. Because her best friend was getting married. After an engagement she had promised Heidi would be extremely long but had ended up sort of average because Kate hadn’t been able to wait to make Jaime officially hers. Barf. Heidi loved Kate, loved Jaime, and how he treated Kate. But she was losing her best friend. So, yeah, maybe she was feeling a little mopey, but she wasn’t going to let her funk ruin her friend’s night. She was going to be the best rooster-wrangling bridesmaid there was. Not maid of honor. Kate hadn’t wanted to hurt Kelsey or Cora’s feelings, the other half of their quad-sized friend group, so they were all bridesmaids, each with a different job. But that was Kate. Kind. Sweet. Inclusive. In a word, the absolute best. That was two, or three, Heidi, supposed, but the point still stood. Kate was awesome and her best friend in the whole world. And now she was married. God, they were all growing up. Sniff. She hated it. Still, her heart was full, and she sniffed again, dashing away a tear as the officiant declared the newlyweds officially married before they strode down the aisle hand-in-hand. Heidi followed, striding—hand-in-leash?—with the rooster. And, well, if that wasn’t an apt description of her dating life . . . she didn’t know what was. She could find a man who wanted to sleep with her—cough, cock—but couldn’t find one with staying power. “Not the point,” she muttered under her breath, somehow getting herself and Sir Fuzzy McFeatherston safely down the aisle. The rest of the bridal party paired off and followed her. They snapped some pictures, but eventually the Fuzz got tired of the paparazzi, and Heidi wrestled him into her arms, taking him to the crate Kate had ready for him. She was just bending to place him inside—while trying to slip off the harness without letting him escape—when she felt someone come up behind her. Assuming it was Kate, she said, “I’m fine, Katie girl. Go enjoyed your husband. I’ve got your”—she giggled, a twelve-year-old at heart—“cock well in hand.” Silence instead of her friend’s cackling. Shit. Heat stained her cheeks, and Heidi yanked the leash and harness out before slamming and locking the cage. Then she shored her spine and spun around. Tall. Dark. A smirk on a gorgeous mouth. One that grew as his gaze
