Love in Bloom (De La Fuente Family #3)(2)

By: Lexi Buchanan

When Mateo realized his teeth were grinding together, he unclamped his jaw and tried to relax. He liked blonde and stacked, but fuck! He didn’t want to be led around on a leash, and how the fuck would he explain the mess he’d made to his family?

He slumped forward and dropped his aching head into his hands, knowing that he was screwed.

“It’s only for a few months…six tops depending on how things change…but,” Roger sat behind his desk, his fingers steeped together, “you can not go off with other women while you’re supposedly engaged to Caprice. If the press get wind of that, they’ll have a field day.”

The silence surrounded him while he tried to take in the idiotic scheme. No way would it work it was too instant. “Wouldn’t it look odd for me to suddenly show up with a fiancée on the arm?”

“No,” Donny said.

“No! Are you crazy?” Mateo sat back flabbergasted.


“Look,” Donny paused before glancing at Roger, and then back to Mateo, “you disappear for a few days and come back engaged. Spend time together out in the open and just remember to keep your zipper zipped.”

Mateo closed his eyes and rubbed at his temple, hoping that it really was a bad dream. “I seriously do not want my family finding out about this.”

“You have to tell them, Mateo, they’re your family. How’s it going to look if you don’t and they find out?” Roger laughed and Donny frowned.


“My family shouldn’t have anything to do with this.” He felt the blood rush to his face as the reality of the situation started to sink in.

“You tell them that you’re engaged. Don’t tell them that it’s part of an image clean up though. We need it to be real.”

He stared at Donny and cursed, “Fuck…Fuck!”

He got to his feet again, glared at the gloating dick behind the desk and his money hungry agent. “Send all the details over to me.”

And with that he slammed the door behind him as he left.

He’d fucked up big time.

Part of him wanted to say fuck it and let the team kick him out—sever his contract—but the biggest part of him didn’t want to disappoint his family like he’d do if his recent bout of stupidity got back to them. His family had supported him since school when they’d figured out he had talent out on the field.

The one thing he never wanted to do was disappoint them.


He was engaged.

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“Miss Taylor, thank you for taking the time to come in today,” Roger Evans said as he ushered her into a chair opposite his desk. He went back to his chair and offered her a pleasant smile as he sat.

He reminded her of a toad, but she thought it best if she kept that to herself because he held a job opportunity in his hands.

This was the last place she’d applied, or rather the stadium had been and they’d sent her to the offices of the Club’s PR team. Although she currently majored in business finance, she had no PR experience so wasn’t sure why she’d be here.

The office was shiny and looked brand new. It was all bright, airy, and sleek smooth lines. It certainly dazzled visitors with the brightness and wealth found in every room.

“Would you like a coffee, or something cool, perhaps?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you. Um, I’m curious as to why I’m here.”

Roger looked excited as a child, which he was obviously trying to contain. He looked like he was ready to leap across his desk and she felt her nerves dancing in trepidation. Eventually, after some effort and quite a bit of nervous twitching, he finally got on with the meeting. “You’re just the right person for the job,” he said abruptly. “No one else will do and it pays handsomely, which I know will come in very handy for you.”

“How do you—”

“Yes, yes, we’ll come to that in good time. But basically, you’re needed for an acting job. The salary is based on what will be required of you.”

“I don’t—”

“Erin,” he paused, “please let me finish.”

She sat back, figuring she might as well let him get it all out. It seemed as though she wouldn’t get a word in edgewise.

“I need to hire you to be someone’s fiancée.” He glanced at her shocked face and continued, “His image needs to improve, which is where you come in as his fiancée. He’s known for making split second decisions, so this won’t seem such a shock to people. Well, it might, but they’ll get over it. I’ve already given him your name. You’ll become Caprice, first class bitch.”

She choked on her own saliva. No way was she touching that job, especially arranged by the freak behind the desk. She shook her head as the thought filled her mind, but froze when he mentioned the dollars involved.