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The Unmasked CEO (Captured by Love #7)

By:Miranda P. Charles

The Unmasked CEO (Captured by Love #7)
Author: Miranda P. Charles





Chapter 1

Simon Alexander folded his arms across his chest, annoyed at the uncomfortable feeling being stirred up by the lovefest happening before his eyes. Why did he have to feel envious of his loved-up buddies?

He hid a smirk as Marilyn Grant canoodled with Jarryd Westbourne right in the middle of Brad and Erin Mead's living room. Well, melt was more an apt term for what Marilyn was doing in the arms of her new fiancé. Heck, the two of them were in the clouds, their faces radiating with a kind of bliss that Simon was certain he'd never ever experienced.

Today was supposed to be Erin's birthday party and, once again, the celebrations had included an engagement. For some reason, his male friends had a habit of getting down on one knee in one of these get-togethers. It was kind of … motivating.

Simon suppressed a snort at his thought. Him proposing to a woman? What a hoot.

He had to admit, though, that for a while now, a part of him had been wanting some of the love potion these couples had obviously ingested. He was someone who always sought-and got-the best that life could offer, and he couldn't help but want what they were having.

Problem was, he doubted his ability to stick with one woman forever. He'd sure as hell get bored eating the same food every day, no matter how delicious it was. Wouldn't that same argument apply to tying himself to the same girl for the rest of his life?

But then again, he hadn't really tried. It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

Cassie Garrett, one of three new mothers in this gang of close-knit friends, sprung to her feet, glancing at the baby monitor that was in a pouch hanging around her neck.

"I got her, honey," Carter said to his wife.

Cassie flashed an adoring smile at her husband, who was quick to make his way to the guest room where they'd left Chelsea, their five-week-old baby daughter, to sleep.

"I better check on our princess too," Rick Donnelly murmured, kissing his wife, Lexie, on the temple before following Carter to see to his own eight-week-old, Lara.

"Hey, bring them out here if they're awake," Simon called out. He wouldn't mind carrying the too-adorable infants again. He'd been terrified the first time, seeing how small and delicate they were. But he had the hang of holding babies now.

"Are you getting clucky, Simon?" Lexie asked teasingly.

"No," he said, sending a comical grin to Julian, Jade and Lucas Renner-Bilton's four-month-old son.

"You wanna hold him?" asked Natasha Redford, who'd been playing with Julian and successfully getting chuckles out of him.

"Sure." He took the baby from the very pregnant Natasha, who placed a hand on her full-term stomach, as if feeling something.

"You okay, babe?" Gavin Redford asked his wife, instantly alert.

"Yeah. He just kicked, that's all."

Simon couldn't help but watch as Gavin sat Natasha on his lap, awed at the tenderness on Gavin's face as he rubbed his wife's belly.

And that envious feeling poked Simon again.

Honestly, he couldn't understand himself. He sure as hell wasn't ready for babies, much less getting hitched to anyone. Maybe he was just so taken by his friends' lovable kids? Fortunately, he could hand them back to the parents when he'd had enough.

But, yes, he wouldn't mind having little ones of his own in the future too.

Wooo. Big fucking admission for Simon Alexander, Mile-High Playboy. Maybe he was getting clucky, after all. He never thought that happened to men as well.

Julian started to cry in his arms.

"Hey, little guy. What do you want? You wanna fly on a jet?" Simon made a whooshing sound as he pivoted around.

Julian stopped whimpering and stared at him.

"Aha! You do want Uncle Simon to fly you on one of his airplanes, don't you?" he said with exaggerated wonder. "Where do you want to go?"

Julian smiled widely, letting out a gurgle.

"You're a natural with kids, Simon," Marilyn said with a laugh. "Maybe I'll bet on you for this round of our Captured by Love game after all. I wasn't going to, since you made me lose a few times before, but it looks like you're ready for a family now. You just might beat Tristan and Derek in getting engaged next."

He shook his head, pulling a funny face for Julian's benefit. "Like I said before, Marilyn, I'm not after a wife yet. I just don't want to get turned down again by the nice girls I ask out."

"I still can't believe it," Tristan Grant said in a goading tone. "Mr. Mile-High Playboy Simon Alexander rejected by the last three women he wanted to date. Three rejections in six months. Who would have thought that would ever happen?"

"Hey, don't forget about the seven who asked me out during that time," Simon said defensively.

"Yeah, the playgirls, the immature ones, the gold-diggers," Derek McCarthy quipped, tongue firmly in cheek.

Simon sighed. Those were his words, not Derek's. And, yes, he was getting sick of the women who sought him out because of his reputation-that of a rich, hunky playboy who liked giving sexy ladies mile-high experiences.

He'd enjoyed that image for years. How could he not, when even some beautiful celebrities and models specifically asked for the owner of Alexander Jets to accompany them to their destinations? Since his clients' satisfaction was his number-one priority, he was more than happy to comply with their wishes. And, of course, the women were always more than satisfied with him.

But, lately, he'd been getting tired of the kind of girls who clamoured for his attention. They'd been very demanding not only of his time and presence, but also of his generosity. Especially of his generosity. They weren't even real girlfriends and they had the audacity to threaten to drop him when he'd refused to take them on a luxury trip somewhere or declined to take them shopping.

Pfft. As if he'd

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