Billionaire’s Enemy Offer

I don’t know whether to kiss or kill my billionaire boss after the stunt he just pulled.

My Playboy bosshole just told everyone we are engaged.

His investors congratulated us, but all I could do was glare at him.

When I asked him what the hell was going on, he offered to clear my debts and then some.

That’s something I couldn’t refuse.

The deal was simple: play nice for the cameras for a few months.

I could do that, considering the entire company’s reputation was at stake.

But then he invited me to his ski cabin.

One night, one kiss, and a disarming smile changed everything.

My anger melted as our lips touched and his rock hard body pressed into mine.

I spent more time exploring the silhouette of his toned physique than I did skiing.

No harm. No foul. Just a little fun.

I couldn’t help but envision myself starting a new life as a single woman, unburdened by financial worries.

Only one problem.

I’m pregnant.