My Billionaire Enemy Loves Me

Stephanie. Her name shines like the damn sun, her face plastered on billboards all over the city, showing off her angelic features to the world. She’s the picture-perfect definition of beauty, modeling for everything you could think of—magazines, commercials, you name it. Everyone can’t help but look at her, totally mesmerized by her charm. And Daniel? He’s over it. With an annoyed groan, he snatches up the small mirror from his desk and shoves it into the first drawer of his fancy mahogany desk. He can't stand the sight of her face, not anymore. But how the hell can he escape it when she’s everywhere? Her face is on every building, every billboard—completely taking over the city. And, of course, her giant mug is plastered right in front of his office window, advertising some makeup line. It's only nine in the morning, and he already looks like he’s done with the day. His forehead's all scrunched up, his eyebrows knotted together like a pretzel. His eyes have this deadpan look, and his pouty lips make him look like a grown-ass man who's sulking. He's not Garfield, but he's starting to seriously hate Mondays. Piles of paperwork are waiting, endless meetings that barely give him a second to breathe, and the constant headache that’s been hanging around for days. Now, to top it off, the one face he can’t stand is staring back at him from outside his window. It's been eight long, miserable years since their beef started. People would probably say he never quite grasped the whole moving on concept, and the way he’s still glaring confirms that, even after all this time, whatever happened between them is still a huge deal. He grabs the phone and calls his trusty secretary. “Get ahold of whoever’s behind that ad in front of my office and tell them to take it down,” he snaps, sounding all bossy. “What should I say if they ask why, boss?” “Tell them it’s ruining my f*****g view! Either they take it down, or I’ll buy the whole damn company just to tear it down myself!” He slams the phone down. He leans back in his chair, takes a deep breath, and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm down. A few minutes pass, and he’s finally starting to chill. He can't let this mess up his work. He needs to get his head straight, or he's going to start screwing things up. And Daniel hates screwing things up. “Get it together, Daniel,” he mutters to himself before opening his laptop and diving into the day’s tasks. But the second the screen lights up, the black reflection shows the window behind him. And there she is. Stephanie. Still there. Still everywhere. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”