The Worst NeighborAMY POVI hated Charles Harrington from the moment he moved into the room next to mine.The building was supposed to be my sanctuary — a sleek, modern high-rise in the heart of the city where I could focus on building my interior design business. Then he arrived. Rich, arrogant, and ridiculously good-looking with his sharp jawline, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to look right through me.Our first encounter was in the elevator. I was carrying a heavy portfolio for a client meeting. He stepped in wearing an expensive suit, scrolling through his phone like the world revolved around him.“Could you move over?” I said sharply.He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. “There’s plenty of space, sweetheart.”The doors closed. The elevator started moving. He smelled annoyingly good. It only made me more irritated.By the time we reached the lobby, I was fuming. “Don’t call me sweetheart.”Charles smirked. “Whatever you say… Amy.”He knew my name. Of co
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