Frenemies-to-Lovers Billionaire Romance

A contract?

It's a good cause.

Why should I say no?

Does his motive really matter?

I've never met my best friend. Is that weird? Didn't think so. Anonymity gives me freedom to say things I'd never say to someone's face.

And then he breaks it.

Yep, the arrogant jerk injects himself into my life without any word or warning. Oh, and the best part? He just happens to be the billionaire owner of the social media company I work for. That's right, people! He's my boss!

And he's hot. And he argues with me. He tests me and I push back. It's one long game of tug-of-war. He won't yield and I won't surrender. Me or him? Who will win? Who's right? Who's wrong—damn, then we're kissing and one thing leads to another…

This isn't good. Actually, it is good. Too good. Thank God I can't stand him or it could get complicated. Frenemies with benefits works for me. He's there when I'm horny and when I need to flex my sass muscles. It is what it is. No future. No commitment. Who cares if no one else gets it?

**HEA STANDALONE**