The Billionaire's Obsession

She’s a brat with a smart mouth. I’m the bastard who’s about to shut it.

Charlotte English has been a thorn in my side since the moment she moved in—demanding, defiant, and way too damn tempting. I should ignore her. Hell, I should evict her.

Instead, I’m picturing that attitude pinned beneath me.

She pushes, I push back. She glares, I grin. And now she’s in my space, dripping wet, wrapped in nothing but a towel and trouble.

She thinks she hates me. Maybe she does. But that won’t stop me from making her mine.