In Love With My Enemy
Oh mama.
I knew I should turn and leave, but my legs wouldn’t listen. I stood there, transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from the raw intensity radiating off him. I hated how much I was drawn to him, hated the way my pulse quickened, betraying every attempt to suppress the attraction simmering within me.
He was my boss, the man I’d been deceiving for years—and yet, the thought that he’d soon be my husband, even if only in name, made my heart skip a beat.