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"You know what I hate about you?" His minty breath fanning my face. He placed his hands on the wall right beside my head. His eyes dance a lot of emotions I couldn't decipher as his gaze moved from my eyes down to my lips. Gulp. "W-What?" I breathed nervously. "You reminded me of her," he whispered into my ear, "and I fucking hate it." He pushed himself away from me and slammed the door shut.

Hannah has her whole life arranged-colour-coded, written down, and controlled to the minute. High school. College. University. A straight line to the future she promised herself. No detours. No setbacks. Then everything snaps. Jobless. In debt. One bad week away from losing what little she has left. She thinks life can't sink any lower-until she collides with a stranger in a suit that screams filthy-rich snob, and he looks at her like she's an inconvenience he could erase. Hayden Hunter is moody, arrogant, and mean in a way that feels deliberate-like cruelty is a language he's fluent in. He's also devastatingly handsome, the kind of man people make excuses for... but Hannah is far too stubborn to be intimidated. She's quick-witted, sharp-tongued, and smart-exactly the kind of woman who doesn't back down. They clash instantly, trading insults like it's a sport, and within minutes they can't stand each other. Then Hayden steps in and saves her from something she can't undo. Suddenly Hannah owes him. Taking a job working for Hayden Hunter should be simple: keep her head down, do the work, collect the pay cheque, and rebuild her life. Instead, it's a daily war of bickering, tension, and boundaries Hannah keeps swearing she won't cross-until the line between hate and want starts blurring in all the ways she promised herself it never would. But Hayden has a past he keeps buried, and enemies who have been waiting for an opening. And Hannah-messy, outspoken, and entirely unprepared-has just become it.

"fix it" {an enemies to lovers romance} ---- for mature audiences only! all rights reserved!

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.