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“I love you, too, Daniel.”
I launched myself into his arms. His lips were in my hair and then on my lips for a sweet kiss.
Jordan cleared her throat behind us.
“Iknewhe was your boyfriend,” she said, smiling.
Daniel threw his head back, laughing.
“Yeah, I think he's my boyfriend,” I said shyly.
“I think so, too,” Daniel said with another soft kiss on the top of my head, pulling me close like he never wanted to let go.
When we left the hospital hand in hand that night, I never felt more confident about my future nor more excited to spend my life with someone like Daniel.
Together, we could take on anything that came our way.
Thank you for reading! If you lovedMy Grumpy Billionaire Enemy, you'll want to read the other books in Aimee's "Grumpy Boss" Series, starting with the first in the series,Nanny for the Grumpy CEO. Read the first two chapters now!
Nanny for the Grumpy CEO
Never fall for a rich, grumpy billionaire.
No, literally, we collided in the park, and I fell right into his sculpted biceps.
I’ve never been so turned on by someone so arrogant.
Yet, there I am falling for the city’s most eligible single dad.
To make this story even more cliché, he asked me to be his new nanny.
I know… cute submissive nanny falls for hot billionaire with abs.
I thought it was stupid too, but I have a mother with health issues and money doesn’t fall from trees.
That’s ok, I can totally keep it professional.
Even when he walks through the hall shirtless.
Even when his hand accidentally brushes against mine.
Self-control is my middle name.
Until I see him swinging around his little girl.
Tending to her every need.
Well, sh$t, stick a fork in my heart ‘cause I’m done.
Keep it together, girl. Your mother needs you.
But wait, his company does medical research?
Chapter 1 - Nanny for the Grumpy CEO
Troy
Pavement,grass,oracobblestoned path of broken hearts, it didn’t matter what the ground beneath my feet was; I conquered the obstacle and made it to the top. The echo of the beat from Imagine Dragons’, “On Top of the World”, kept time against my eardrums through the tiny speakers in my ears. The rhythm was fuel for my fire: I was at the top of my game, and it felt fucking good.
