The Wicked Best Man: An enemies to lovers, billionaire romance. by Erin Swann

Everything changed that fateful night. “Yes,” was a word that would come to haunt me. He shouldn’t have been here. His name wasn’t on the guest list. It was unfair how devastatingly hot Travis Carlyle looked in that tux. The press dubbed him the Lion of Lower Manhattan, but Lucifer of Lower Manhattan was more like it. I would have left except I was the maid of honor. Word was he never left events like this alone. I scanned the room, wondering which woman he would choose tonight. Chelsea’s voice grabbed my attention. “There’s Travis, Spencer’s new best man.” Panic surged when I turned and found him approaching. Best man? Him? The deep timbre of his voice chilled me to the bone. “Adriana, you must dance with me.” I knew it would be playing with fire, so why did I accept? The spark I felt when his hand settled on my bare back made me question my decision. It also made me doubt I would survive four days at the secluded wedding venue with this man.