As the self established owner of Milan Fashion and Design, Isabella does not have the time for tedious obstacles such as love. Nevertheless, she struggles to escape the never ending arranged dates her dear mother plots. In order to avoid her mothers scrutiny, Isabella agrees to another blind date but this time she has plan...well she did until she met him.
Ian Ivanov.
Cold-hearted, ruthless, and hot as sin billionaire. More like trillionaire but who's counting. As the Americas number 1 bachelor, Ians idea of fun is working till midnight and having a nice glass of bourbon to top it off. Marriage is the farthest thing from his mind, that is until his lovely mother drops a ticking time bomb on him. In order to receive his inheritance money his late father left for him, he must marry within the year or lose it all to charity.
With such little time, Ian instructs his assistant to arrange a date with anyone that would meet his qualifications. But never did he expect it to be her.
Can Isabella and Ian come to mutual decision for a whole year, or will everything they worked for turn into shambles?
I don't think a glass of bourbon can save them from his one.
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It starts off a little shaky but it gets there. So please bear with me and my kinky ass😁
42 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
42 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
Enemies to lovers-
Boss/employee-
Bickering and Bantering-
Billionaire romance
Second chance romance
HEA romance novel
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
When I saw a job opportunity to work at a resort a few hours north of the cities, including a place to stay, rent-free, I jumped on it. But, unfortunately, what I didn't know was that the one who owned the resort was a man I owed a huge chunk of money to. All because of an accident I still believe he caused.
Ian Lockwood isn't like any other guy I've ever met. The man's devastatingly handsome, gorgeous to be exact, and his green eyes are so damn intoxicating and intense that they wretchedly became windows to my soul. But he had one ugly attitude that turned me off.
Calling Ian a jerk is an understatement. He's a straight-up asshole.
Every time we're around each other, he does and says whatever he can to get my blood to boil. And he enjoys every minute of it.
The problem I have with him is that he's an enemy. Yet whenever I'm near him, the irresistible fragrance that pours off him enhances my desires, and the area between my thighs intensively pulsates.
And if my attraction to the asshole increases, I'm afraid he'll catch on to those feelings and take advantage of it by using me to pay off my debt.
Even though Ian gets under my skin, I find myself falling for him the more bickering and bantering we do every time we're around each other. And if I can't get these uncontrollable desires of being with Ian under control, I'm afraid Ian and I will find ourselves underneath the sheets. That is if I don't see myself knocking him out of his misery before then.