Breaking up with My Boss

<p><strong>He's my billionaire boss from hell-and now he's my fiancé.</strong><br><strong>Imagine the devil's cocky sexy brother in a three-piece suit.</strong><br><br>To say Mondays suck is the understatement of the century.<br><br>If there's one person that can make me hate my very existence<br>It's Matthew Lewis III Esquire.<br><br>He's the kind of man that makes any sort of rational thought go right out the window-which is exactly what happened when I thought taking a golf club to his car was a good idea.<br><br>Did I mention this was after I ripped his prissy ass to shreds and marched out with my middle fingers in the air?<br><br>I'm a functioning adult I swear.<br><br>But my victory was short-lived when he shows up at my apartment with an ultimatum.<br>Either face a felony for destroying his car or pretend for a few short months that I love him.<br><br>I just hope he's ready to give me an Oscar for this performance because pretending to be head over heels for Mr. Prick-On-A-Stick without ending up with a second felony will be a miracle.<br><br>But everything changes the moment his wicked tongue takes us from the boardroom to the bedroom and I'm desperately holding on to the last shred of hate I have left for him.<br><br><strong>You know how they say there's a thin line between love and hate?</strong><br><strong>I think that line might have just disappeared.</strong></p>