cold · calculating · billionaire · enemy to lovers · best friend's sister · aikido · modern setting · arrogant · short-term flings · self-made
Raindrops pattered on my umbrella, a steady rhythm against the gray autumn sky. The wind tugged at my coat, carrying the scent of wet leaves and damp earth. My thin stilettos clicked on the sidewalk as I navigated puddles, my breath misting in the cool air. Then I heard it—the familiar, deep hum of an engine. A black Chevrolet Corvette C8 rolled to a stop beside me, its polished surface gleaming under the streetlights. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Kai Mori. My brother Damon's best friend. The most famous and richest man in the country. And the last person I wanted to see on this already lousy day. The window buzzed down, and his voice cut through the rain, calm and authoritative: "Get in the car, you."