childhood rivals to lovers Novels

I was going to call off the marriage. Then we swapped bodies. I woke up in my nemesis’s six-two, and found him on my carpet in my shirt, posting Married. Off the market. on my phone. A few days later that same man crawled into my lap, red-eyed, and asked me to rub his stomach.

Asher Quinn and she have been official nemeses since they were eighteen, and a perfect match on everyone else's paperwork. She wakes up under a fallen sign, ready to pretend she does not know him and bill him for the trouble. He does not blink. He says they have been engaged for three years and offers his mouth as proof. She wanted compensation. He wants the marriage.

Childhood nemesis. Now my billionaire boss. He wrecked my career, then offered 10x my salary to live with him. I said yes because I need the money—and because he's gay, so how dangerous can it be? Forced proximity, office kisses, and a secret he's been keeping since we were kids.

My nemesis had "lost his memory" in a car accident. He saw me. His brow creased. The blank look was measured to the inch. "Who... are you?" I turned to go. A voice blew open in my head. *Baby, don't go. I'm begging you. I'll drop the act. The System won't let me.* He said, "You should go. I don't need you looking after me." In his head: *Bullshit. The tomato braised beef my baby makes. I've wanted it for thirteen years.* He said, "I don't remember you." *I actually got that out of my mouth?! Junior year she wrote some other guy a love letter and I took it. She chased me down three hallways with a broom. And I said I don't remember?!* I didn't change my face. I placed the call right in front of him. "Mr. Adler? That date you mentioned. I'm in." He shot upright. His pupils blew. *?!?!* Out loud: "...Who did you call?" I smiled. "You're the one with no memory. What, jealous?"