The Worst Neighbor
AMY POV
I hated Charles Harrington from the moment he moved into the room next to mine.
The building was supposed to be my sanctuary — a sleek, modern high-rise in the heart of the city where I could focus on building my interior design business.
Then he arrived. Rich, arrogant, and ridiculously good-looking with his sharp jawline, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to look right through me.
Our first encounter was in the elevator. I was carrying a heavy portfolio for a client meeting. He stepped in wearing an expensive suit, scrolling through his phone like the world revolved around him.
“Could you move over?” I said sharply.
He glanced at me, one eyebrow raised.
“There’s plenty of space, sweetheart.”
The doors closed. The elevator started mov
