Damaged Enemy Next Door

Damaged Enemy Next Door A Billionaire Boss Romance Olivia Pearl Copyright © 2023 by Olivia Pearl – All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Contents ABOUT 1. CHAPTER 1 2. CHAPTER 2 3. CHAPTER 3 4. CHAPTER 4 5. CHAPTER 5 6. CHAPTER 6 7. CHAPTER 7 8. CHAPTER 8 9. CHAPTER 9 10. CHAPTER 10 11. CHAPTER 11 12. CHAPTER 12 13. CHAPTER 13 14. CHAPTER 14 15. CHAPTER 15 16. CHAPTER 16 17. CHAPTER 17 18. CHAPTER 18 19. CHAPTER 19 20. CHAPTER 20 21. CHAPTER 21 22. CHAPTER 22 23. CHAPTER 23 24. CHAPTER 24 25. CHAPTER 25 26. CHAPTER 26 27. CHAPTER 27 28. CHAPTER 28 29. CHAPTER 29 30. CHAPTER 30 EPILOGUE ABOUT AUTHOR ABOUT I slept with him once, I won’t make the same mistake again. Adrian Carter: My hot silver fox, billionaire neighbor, and my father’s nemesis. He always takes what (and who) he wants… And he wants me. After our mind blowing night together I thought I’d never see him again, Then he walks into the office I work for looking to hire a short-term assistant. Keeping him at arm’s length is easy. Until his body presses against mine, And he whispers all the dirty things he wants to do to me. His touch sends shivers down to my core And before I knew it, my panties are off…again. I shouldn’t fall for this grump. But we keep crossing the line. If I can’t control my desire for him, I can lose everything, including my dad. But the way he snatches my soul with every thrust… I may end up risking it all. CHAPTER 1 Olivia "I don't need you to fuck him. I just need you to have dinner with him," she repeats, looking me straight in the eye. "Please, it's important, Olivia." As soon as the words leave her lips, I know I am in for a strange request. My best friend, Sarah, has always been unpredictable, but this is taking things to a whole new level. “Why do I have to wear this, though?” I’m holding a short dress in my hands. I haven’t tried it on yet, but I can already see that it’s more revealing than I want it to be. “I already said I would go, didn’t I, Sarah?” I say, rolling my eyes. “Yes, yes, you did. And you know if I wasn’t sick …” “I know,” I grumble. “You would have gone to this blind fundraiser dinner thing.” The charity Sarah and I volunteer at, Hope For Kids, is a part of twenty-five charities that are managed by a fundraising group that hosts quarterly blind dinners between donors and charity volunteers. During these dinners, donors are paired with representatives from one of the twenty-five charities and have no background on what we do or which charity we’re from prior to meeting us. It’s our job to bring them on board, and their chance to be educated about a problem they might not even know about. I’ve done it for years, and each year only gets more exciting than the last, but tonight I’m slightly wary since Sarah and my approach to fundraising is slightly different. “Yup,” she says. “Wear it, please. I have no idea whom you’re meeting, but the charity people did give me a brief profile —wealthy 42-year-old man, new to Houston, Texas, stellar connections, single. If you leave a good impression, he might give you a big check. And you know there’s nothing more convincing than a pretty young woman … I mean, I don’t know when he last had dinner with a 23-year-old like yourself. Maybe if you look super-hot, he’d add an extra zero.” “So, you’re saying I don’t usually look super-hot?” I raise an eyebrow. “Nooo ... not at all. That’s not what I meant. Please, Olivia, just do it. Just wear the damn dress.” I don’t bother arguing. It’s not like I ever win with Sarah. I reluctantly put on the dress. The dress is a deep shade of crimson, clinging to my curves in a way that makes me feel uncomfortably exposed. It has a low-cut neckline that shows off more cleavage than I am used to and a slit up the side that bares a tantalizing length of my thigh. I tug at the hem, trying to pull it lower, but then the dress moves down my breasts, exposing even more cleavage. I sigh and decide that shorter is better and pull it up. “Good choice,” says Sarah. “You’ve got banging legs.” Half an hour later, I park my car in the parking lot and walk into the private club’s six-table restaurant. Of those, five tables are full of couples, and just one remains with an empty chair. I find my heart skipping a beat as my eyes find his – my charity benefactor for the night. He gives me a slight smile, and I nod back. His eyes flicker to my legs so briefly that had I not been so observant, it may have gone unnoticed, and then he looks away, quickly, as though he’s trying not to stare. I knew this dress was too much, and I mentally tell Sarah off. Well, at least his gaze isn’t lingering, and I can safely say he’s not a creep. I want to turn around and change into something more appropriate. I’m quite certain he thinks I look like a fool too! But it’s too late, and I stand my ground. I walk over to the table, confidently, and extend my hand. He stands, shakes it firmly, and walks over to my side to pull out my chair. It’s a