Disaster Roommate

What's worse than living with your worst enemy? Absolutely nothing.

I never thought karma would hit me this hard, but here I am—forced to share an apartment with Gustavo, my best friend's infuriatingly smug older brother. The man who's spent his entire life getting under my skin, pushing my buttons, and making me fantasize about committing actual crimes.

We don't get along. Never have, never will.

But thanks to a stroke of bad luck (or the universe's twisted sense of humor), we're now roommates. Under the same roof. Sharing the same space. Tripping over each other at every turn.

He leaves his stupid protein bars in my snack cabinet. I accidentally mix salt into his precious morning coffee. He cranks up the AC just to see me freeze. I may or may not hide the remote so he's stuck watching my reality TV marathons.

It's war.

Until it isn't.

Because somewhere between the bickering, the pranks, and the heated glares, something shifts. The tension changes. The arguments spark something way more dangerous than rage. And suddenly, the one person I swore I'd never fall for is the one I can't stop thinking about.

Too bad falling for him would be the biggest disaster of all.