He was everything I didn’t want in a match. Too handsome for his own good. Tall, strong, overly confident. A player who thought he was God’s gift to women. The exact wrong man for me. Yet, somehow we ended up paired together at a charity ball. Somehow, we ended up having glorious enemy sex. The kind that could make a woman rethink her entire perspective on life. On men. But, can a one time thing with the wrong man lead to life’s answers? Can a woman’s worst enemy become the love of her life?