MY RUDE NEIGHBOUR IS MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
“I want to crush that stubborn pride of yours. That fierce independence? I’m going to strip it away until you only look at me.”
“You are insane,” I spat, trying to push against his iron chest. His large hands wrapped securely around my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the cold executive desk, pinning me so I couldn't move an inch. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his dark eyes burning into mine.“
I spent six months listening to you through those thin walls, Ann. Hearing your voice, your anger, your breath. You think I’m going to let you walk away now that you’re finally under my roof?”
Before I could scream, his mouth crashed onto mine, his teeth digging lightly into my bottom lip. I gasped at the sudden rush of heat, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, completely consuming my senses.
When fiercely independent Ann Sterling is forced by financial desperation to take a secretarial position at Vance International, she expects a grueling corporate job. What she doesn’t expect is to find that her new billionaire boss is "Arthur"—the arrogant, insufferable neighbor she spent six months fighting with in a low-rent apartment building. Adrian Vance, a cold tech tycoon hiding under a false identity to track down a corporate spy, committed to a fake playboy facade just to protect his empire. But when Ann unwittingly uncovers the dangerous leak, she is thrust straight into the crosshairs of a ruthless enemy. Forced into a high-security lockdown inside Adrian’s luxury penthouse, their bitter rivalry explodes into uninhibited, possessive desire. Moving from enemies to lovers, the two must navigate a deadly game of corporate espionage where her safety, his empire, and a love neither can deny are all on the line.
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Chapter: DesiresThree months later, I still hadn't quit. I'd served my ninety days. I'd even written the resignation letter, one line long: The reason is you. Adrian had read it twice, folded it into a paper boat, and sailed it into the office aquarium."That's evidence," I said."That's art.""It's a resignation.""Then you'll need to submit it in triplicate. Clause fourteen, subsection C." He didn't look up from his screen. "I've recently added a subsection C." I was still furious. Mostly. In small, delicious doses.It started with the coffee. On the first morning back, a cup appeared on my desk, made exactly how I took it, with a sticky note in blocky handwriting: Buy a real mug. Yours has a crack in the handle.I stared at it for a full minute. Then I took the note, wrote: “Buy a real apology” underneath, and left it on his chair.The next morning there was a mug. Heavy, white, hand-glazed. Inside it, folded small, an apology on a letterhead. Four pages. Typed. Bullet-pointed."You're a lunatic,"
Last Updated: 2026-10-30
Chapter: Under My Roof"Say that again," Adrian said."I said I'm quitting.""No." His voice was low and level, and it frightened me more than shouting would have. "The part about my pride.""I didn't say anything about your pride.""You will." He crossed the office in three strides, and I backed away until the edge of the executive desk caught the back of my thighs. Cold glass. Nowhere left to go."You're insane," I said."Possibly." He stopped an inch away. "Do you know what I want, Ann?""A therapist?""I want to crush that stubborn pride of yours." His eyes held mine. "That fierce independence? I'm going to strip it away until you only look at me.""You are insane," I spat, and pushed against his chest.It was like shoving a wall. Iron under a white shirt, and under the iron, a heartbeat running as hard as mine.His hands closed around my waist and lifted me onto the desk as if I weighed nothing. Pens scattered. A stapler hit the carpet. He stepped between my knees, so I couldn't move an inch, and his t
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Chapter: Clause NineWe walked into the boardroom at 7:28, two minutes early, which is the only thing I'll ever give Adrian Vance credit for.I was wearing yesterday's jeans, a roof's worth of gravel, and a Cole Dynamics windbreaker Priya had thrown at me in the elevator. Adrian had fixed his tie. He hadn't fixed his face.Twelve people sat at the long glass table. Harlan Pierce, white hair and reading glasses, presided at the head. At his right sat a woman in a grey suit with a leather folio: Eleanor Whitcomb, trustee of Margaret Vance's estate. Thirty-one percent, in a blazer."Mr. Vance." Pierce didn't stand. "You're cutting it fine.""I was detained.""By what?""By a kidnapping." The room went quiet in the way expensive rooms do."Allow me to continue," Adrian said, taking his place. He didn't sit. He rested one hand on the back of his chair, like a man who'd decided to own it by choice. "I'd like to enter three items before the vote.""The motion is on the floor—""Then it can wait four minutes." He
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Chapter: The Building ScreamsThe scream wasn't mine.It tore out of every dead speaker in the building at once, a shriek like a thousand smoke alarms sawing through glass. Fire bells. Intercom feedback. The rusted cone at my feet bucked in the gravel and howled. Even through my palms, it hit my skull like a hammer on a bell.Julian dropped the laptop.It skidded across the tar paper, still glowing, a boardroom frozen on its screen. He clapped both hands over his ears, mouth open, silver glasses sliding off his nose into the gravel.Hale went down on one knee, gum spat out. He hadn't been told about the noise. Nobody had.“Run,” said some small, bossy part of me and I ran.Not for the ladder. For the edge. I'd lived under this roof for two years and I knew exactly one thing about it: the rusted fire escape on the east side, the one the other tenants used to smoke on when they thought nobody saw."Sterling!" Hale's voice, ragged under the shriek. "Stop!"I didn't. I hit the parapet, swung one leg over, and caught t
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Chapter: Count With MeThe hum climbed.It came out of the walls first, then the floor, then the thin cream radiator Hale had just gutted. A low electrical purr, like a cat the size of a building waking up.Hale stopped with my arm still in his fist. "What did you do?""Nothing. I was sitting here.""Don't lie to me, Ms. Sterling.""I'm a terrible liar. Ask my last three interviewers."A dusty little grille above the door clicked. Then, from every dead speaker on the floor, a dozen of them, a hundred, came a single burst of static.And a voice."Ann."It wasn't thin this time. It was everywhere. It poured down the stairwell and under the doors, soft and level and furious.Hale went still. "Vance.""Detective." Adrian sounded almost pleasant. "I'd love to chat, but I only have a minute, and it isn't for you."Hale yanked me toward the door. "Kill the feed.""Can't. You cut the relay. The hub's running on its own now." A beat of dry humor. "Thank you for that, by the way. It was the last lock I needed.""What
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Chapter: Bang Bang"Bang bang," I whispered. "Bang bang."It was the rhythm from the night of the broom. Two knocks, a pause, two knocks. He'd tapped it back at me through the ceiling like a taunt, and I'd screamed at the vent.If he'd kept that relay alive, if the other end still lived somewhere in Vance International, he would remember.I pressed my ear to the iron. Cold and silent."Come on, Arthur," I breathed. "Be petty once more for me."At 6:41 I tried again. Two, pause, two. Then a third pair, slower, like a question. The chair outside creaked. "Be quiet in there.""I'm cold," I called. "The radiator's dead.""Not my problem.""It's your boss's room. He wants me alive." I slammed the pipe with my shoe, a messy, irritated tenant's bang. "Fix the heat!"Silence. Then a grunt, and the scrape of Hale's chair sliding down the hall as he moved off to make a call. Distance. Good.I dropped to the brass fitting and spoke."Adrian."Nothing."If you can hear me, I'm in 4B. Hale is with Julian." My voice
Last Updated: 2026-10-17
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