My Toxic Best Friend Gaslit Me, So I Bagged the Billionaire Neighbor Instead

Summary

For the millionth time, my toxic childhood best friend tried to gaslight me, telling me that no decent guy would ever be interested in me.

So, I set my sights on the gorgeous, quiet guy living in the apartment right below mine.

After intentionally putting his apartment number on my DoorDash orders twenty times in a row, he finally came knocking.

"Your food keeps getting delivered to my place by mistake."

I played it completely cool. "It wasn't a mistake. I did it on purpose. I'm trying to hit on you."

A faint blush instantly crept up the handsome guy's neck.