How to Marry Your Frenemy

Callie
I don’t care if each male within the workplace stares at my butt. They’ll be those kissing it once I land this deal and get the massive promotion. The fancy new condominium. The nook workplace—the place I’ll sit in my leather-based chair and wave two center fingers at my nemesis. Jackson.
Jackson of the darkish chocolate eyes, the right hair, the bad-boy popularity, and household title on the corporate letterhead. I can’t wait to fireplace his excellent butt.
Jackson
With a twitch of her too-tight skirt, a flutter of her wild greenish eyes, Callie can cockblock me into subsequent Tuesday. Otherwise, we’re good collectively. Just not that manner. My uncle’s predominant type of leisure is pitting us towards one another to make the corporate hundreds of thousands.
But my uncle have to be bored, as a result of he’s obtained a deal for us. Get married. If we keep married for half a 12 months, we each get seven-figure payout. Legal? Probably. Ethical? Iffy. Tap out? Not in 1,000,000 years.