Mr. Jerk

Waking up next to a billionaire jerk wasn't on my to-do list- yet here I am, living the nightmare.

The first time I met Noah Parker, he asked if I was an escort.
Apparently, when you're a billionaire sports agent, finding half-naked women in your hotel room is just a typical Tuesday. Still, it didn't stop me from hurling a stiletto at him. He's fine-good reflexes.
Then informed me I'm the one in his hotel room. Which is how I end up sharing a room with Mr. Jerk.
Platonically.
Mostly.
Nothing hap...