I don’t do chaos.
I don’t do scandals.
And I sure as hell don’t do Azaria Emerson.
But when the most reckless woman in fashion gets framed for international diamond theft, my father orders me to hide her in my penthouse.Now the untouchable Ice King has a walking, talking hot mess living under his roof—stealing my hoodies, breaking my rules, and testing every ounce of control I’ve spent years building.
She pushes. I push back harder.
Every fight makes me want to pin her against the wall and shut that smart mouth up with my body.
She’s everything I hate—loud, unpredictable, dangerous to my reputation.
And the more she unravels me, the more I realize I’ll burn my perfect life to the ground just to keep her.
She was supposed to be temporary.
Now she’s mine.
And I don’t share.
