One Year with the Billionaire Grump

I hijacked her company for revenge and married her for show.
She thinks it’s a twelve-month contract—I’ve decided it’s forever.

Kate Hartley’s audacious blue stare sparks a wicked heat I refuse to name.
She counters with an insane proposal.

One year of marriage.
She won’t fight me in court if I keep her start-up outside my takeover.

We collide the minute she moves into my penthouse.
She demands an office; I park her in a closet by the gym.
She splits the bed with pillows; I refuse to stop sleeping naked.

Hungry media cameras demand chemistry.
At a photo shoot, she calls me smug.
Backstage, I pin her to a wall and our passion torches every strategy I have.

She charms my mother, high-fives my nephews destroying me in Mario Kart, and our “pretend” honeymoon in Tuscany turns blazingly real.

She’s fire to my ice, burning through every wall I’ve built.

Before time runs out, I need to convince her we’re not a contract.
We’re a forever kind of deal.