Billionaire’s Enemy Offer by Lane Fox
I don’t know whether to kiss or kill my billionaire boss after the stunt he just pulled.
My Playboy bosshole just told everyone we are engaged.
His investors congratulated us, but all I could do was glare at him.
When I asked him what the hell was going on, he offered to clear my debts and then some.
That’s something I couldn’t refuse.
The deal was simple: play nice for the cameras for a few months.
I could do that, considering the entire company’s reputation was at stake.
But then he invited me to his ski cabin.
One night, one kiss, and a disarming smile changed everything.
My anger melted as our lips touched and his rock hard body pressed into mine.
I spent more time exploring the silhouette of his toned physique than I did skiing.
No harm. No foul. Just a little fun.
I couldn’t help but envision myself starting a new life as a single woman, unburdened by financial worries.
Only one problem.
I’m pregnant.