I know she came here to judge me. Well, she can be my guest ... The average single father would probably tell you they have a lot on their plate. And they wouldn't be lying. But do they have an entire ski lodge to manage on top of everything else? I don't think so. I might be a billionaire, but trust me, turning the Blue Sky Resort in Breckenridge, Montana into a skier's go-to destination has been no piece of cake—not even for me. And my fifteen-year-old daughter sure isn't making things easier. Did she have to befriend the woman who threw a tantrum over our prices right in the middle of the gift shop? Sure, Cali Sinclair is a famous resort vlogger, and Julianna just won't stop talking about apps, influencers, and social media, but would it hurt her to find another influencer to intern for? Someone who doesn't rile me up every chance she gets? As if that wasn't enough, the woman keeps tripping all over the...

We've all had that nightmare date, the one who makes you want to throw yourself off the platform in front of an oncoming train.Mine is my hot next-door neighbor who just moved into the building.He's a bachelor. And while he's gorgeous and easy on the eyes, his mouth needs to be zipped shut.It's my fault. He asked me out, and I said yes, not knowing that he was an arrogant jerk.I'd love to say that I'd never see him again, it gets worse...He's also my new boss, and I'm his assistant. He overhears me mocking his 'junk' to my colleague and I swear I didn't intend to show my face at the office ever again.Because Mr. Grump is the ultimate bosshole.Arrogant.Demanding.Manipulative.I swear he planned it, showing up at the bar, knocking me off my game. And then the bet...there's no going back.Imagine my surprise when I find out he has a son.Mr. Grump is a single father. Boy, do I feel...

I am Levi Luxenberg. Forty-year-old billionaire. CEO of Luxenberg Enterprises. And apparently, father of one.A week ago, having kids wasn't even in my ten-year plan.Now, I have a five-year-old daughter who will hardly look in my direction.I am aware that Amelia is grieving her mother's death, and I swear I'm not a complete jerk, but I jumped on a private jet to Chicago at a moment's notice, and the kid won't even say a word to me.As if that wasn't bad enough, our pilot just got sick and I have to fly commercial for the first time in years.You'd think that would be the end of it, but no.The cherry on top?Amelia would rather interact with Clare, the divorced, jobless, tipsy woman sitting right in front of us, than me.She chats with her, she smiles at her—she even draws her a freaking picture.I would be really mad if I didn't actually need a nanny. Urgently.Since my assistant screwed my...