Grumpaholic by Jagger Cole

I should have destroyed her.
Instead, I hired her.
First, she put me on the evening news with a d- well, it rhymes with “lick” – in my mouth. No, not a real one; a mural she spray-painted on the wall of one of my buildings. Twig, berries…the whole veiny thing.
People call me a grump. A prick. “The most hated man in New York City”, which is really saying something, even if I don’t care. As the most powerful real estate developer in this city, my world is black and white.
But Ella Veers is the smear of color I never asked for, and never saw coming.
I’m a classical concerto, she’s a punk-rock anthem. Blue hair, ripped tights, and a sassy brat attitude that gets under my skin and stays there.
When I hire the tempting little vandal to paint my conference room, I tell myself it’s to sideline her vendetta against my new development. But the truth is, it’s because I crave her.
She was supposed to be my enemy.
Instead, she just might be my undoing.