Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My grumpy ex. Maybe it’s because one of his new billion-dollar toys is broken and I’m the only one brainy enough to fix it. So sad. Sorry, not sorry. He thinks I’m stubborn, obnoxious, and worst of all, smarter than him. He’d be right. Tough situation for the hottie, for sure. But for me? I’m loving every crabby second of it. I love the offer he makes. This alphahole thing that he’s going to be calling the shots. And I’m here to fix things and keep my mouth shut. He makes the rules in the office, and it would seem in the bedroom too. It’s super cute that he thinks he’s in charge, and that’s fine for now. His bad mood has clouded his vision. I’m here to save the day, fix the broken stuff, and heal a guy that’s so much better than his mood. Like most women… I’ll win the day and let him think it was his idea. Ha!

The hottest guy I know is grumpy AF and already married—to his job! No clue why I thought signing up to be an assistant to a billionaire with a stick up his butt was a good idea. Scratch that. It’s the money. I need to make my own way and stop living on a wing and a prayer. You know, be more like my big brother. The superstar. There are a million reasons why my new boss is hard to deal with, but they’re all part of his past. It’s probably impossible, but after I get over feeling like enemy number one to this guy, all I want to do is help his life get better. The fact that he has me wanting to lock his office door and behave poorly isn’t helping. He’s got a big burden, and I’m just the girl to help lift it. This bad mood billionaire is all mine.