Resisting the Bosshole

What's more embarrassing than asking a man whore for help getting a boyfriend?
Falling in love with said whore and knowing your feelings will never be returned.

I'm a disaster when it comes to men. I don't know how to flirt and I've never been kissed. All I want is for Prince Charming to come into my life. I’ll do just about anything to get him, even ask my best friend’s soon to be brother from another mother-in-law, Owen, to help me. If the playboy himself can’t teach me how to land the man of my dreams, no one can. But what happens when he’s the only man I want?

Carrie hates me. Not like ‘I don’t want to hang out with you alone’ type hate, more of a ‘I wish I never met you’ type hate. Wanna know how I know this? She’s told me several times.

I’m shocked when she asks for my help getting a boyfriend. She’s a solid eleven, my help is the last thing she needs. But since I’d do just about anything to spend time alone with her, I agree. The more I learn about Carrie, the closer we get, the further I fall. When she starts testing her new skills on other men, I realize how much I don’t want that. I want Carrie all for myself, but I’ll never be enough for someone like her. She deserves so much more than what I can give her.


Tropes: romcom, frenemies, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, banter, billionaire, swoony MMC, opposites attract