"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

"You can't fill a broken heart; it will always leak through the cracks." ~ Callum Knight After enduring the worst heartbreak, Callum vowed to never love again. He threw himself to his family's company, Knight Marketing. He decided to pour all he had into it, he has visions of making it international and he plans to make the Knight name world known, but little did he know his father, Ford had a different plan and that plan was an old friend's daughter, Violet Miller. Violet Miller is an Art dealer, and marriage was the last thing on her mind, all she cares about is making her name known in the art world, selling art to collectors and art dilettantes. She was currently working for Creatif but plans to make a name of her own one day. Well, that was until life decided to through a curve ball that hit her straight in the face, being told she was getting married to a man she barely knew to save her father from losing everything he gambled away. What happens when two people who didn't have marriage in their bingo cards are forced to get married, one to keep the one thing he sacrificed everything for and the other to protect her memories and family?

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."