How do you fall for your worst enemy?
One bitter fantasy, one frustrated glance, and one stolen kiss at a time
Sure, I hate his guts,
But I can't deny that I miss him.
He was the charming college boyfriend,
Who stole my idea and broke my heart.
But that was ten years ago...
I was a different person then,
And hell if I'll let myself get played again.
So what if hearing his voice makes me sick?
We'll let our bodies do the talking.
This is the complete series of How To Fall For Your Worst Enemy.