Days With Mr. Haughty

Days With Mr. Haughty

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Can hatred really brew into love and affection? Love just never begin nor end the way we thought it would. It is a factor ever alive in everybody's hearts with no respect to the one owning it. It frustratingly works at its own accord that one day you would just realize you have fallen for someone you least thought of even sparing a single glance to. "Love is a battle, love is a war, love is a growing up"― James A. Baldwin All Charlotte wants is to do well and win her father's love. You could say she wanted to appear like an ideal daughter but it's not as easy as it seems when your father has a different idea of a perfect daughter. Actually, he hates her. Now here is not the part where cupid enters but he had anyways and made everything pretty interesting. So much for keeping herself under the radar, see what happens when Charlotte Graham finds herself stuck between cupid and his little jokes.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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