Perfectly Incompatible

She's supposed to keep things professional.
I'm supposed to keep my distance.
Neither of us is doing a great job.

When Clara takes a temporary secretary position at HRS Partners, she expects a paycheck, not a daily battle of wills with the CEO himself. Nathaniel Hunt is sharp-tongued, impossible to read, and makes every rule sound like a personal challenge.

The more we clash, the more I start to notice things I shouldn't, like the way his eyes linger when he thinks I'm not looking, or how his voice drops when he's warning me to stay out of trouble.

This was never part of the plan.
But somewhere between the banter, the stolen glances, and the late nights at the office, we're crossing lines that can't be uncrossed.

And the problem with playing with fire?
Eventually, one of us is going to get burned.

Updates every Sunday evening, because Nathaniel and Clara don't do weekdays.

WARNING

Let's set the record straight: this is not a self-help book. It won't teach you how to "find yourself," "manifest your best life," or "heal your inner child." Honestly, my inner child is probably in therapy as we speak.

If you were expecting an inspirational journey with soft lighting and neatly tied-up happy endings you chose the wrong book. What you'll get instead: love so intense it borders on unhealthy, arguments that could win awards for emotional damage, hugs that fix everything... until they don't.

Also: violent moments (yes, with blood), heartbreak that tastes like metal in your mouth, reconciliations that burn just as much as the fights, explicit sex (because sometimes words just aren't enough), and the kind of truths that make you wish I'd shut up.

Too much for you? You can put it down now. Still here? Good. Then you're signing up for my life exactly as it happened: messy, unfiltered, with love and rage swirling in the same glass.
Good luck!