The pitchforks are out again. Shocker, I know. This time, it's not just the paparazzi or trolls on social media. Sigh. It's my ex. And my dad. And even my new limo driver, Enrique. But wait a minute, what's this? Enrique is a total hottie-with eyes black as sin, swagger for days, and dimples that could melt a girl's heart. And... he hates me. I don't blame him, really. All he sees is an heiress? I give it to him from day one. He wants a prank war? Bring it on, dude. I wish I could say I expect to win, but Enrique is an infuriating master strategist who uses his red-hot banter in ways that make me feel alive. Maybe even alive enough to let him see who I really am....