Page 1 of Sinful Enemies

PROLOGUE

HALLIE

Standing on the pavement,I watch as the firefighters’ boots beat the ground, but there is one in particular I am a little more infatuated with. I notice him before he notices me.

Black hair, pale skin and piercing blue eyes.

He always was the pretty one.

The one that always stood out.

Just as I am about to tear my eyes away, he catches me. Eyes locked, gazes loaded with so much venomous hate.

Neither of us want to break away, I can feel the fire that burns beneath my skin; the fire that shoots through my veins at just looking at him.

We hate each other.

To be honest, I think hate is too soft of a word.

I loathe him.

He is probably secretly wishing I was burning in that building.

This moment felt like time had stopped, when in reality it was just a second or two.

A squeeze to my hand has me dropping my eyes from him and finally I can breathe when I see Harper holding onto me.

I give her a soft nod to her silent question.

It’s only her that knows what Silas is like.

How toxic we are with each other.

He hates me.

I hate him.

He is my arch nemesis.

My enemy.

CHAPTER ONE

My weekend passed in a blur,but I am kind of grateful. I still lived at home with my dad and step-mum, it wasn’t ideal, but when you’re between jobs, it works. I didn’t have to pay rent, they looked after me even though I was twenty-three.

My dad and step-mum have been married for a little over five years, together for seven. I was sixteen when he came home telling me he had met the love of his life, I scoffed and rolled my eyes. My dad was a hopeless romantic, always had been, and he was the one who told me to never settle.

That’s why I am a twenty-three-year-old virgin. The onlyactionI get is from my books.

He came home with Loretta and even I fell in love with her after an hour, so I knew he was a goner.

But then there was her son, Silas. He was twenty-six when I first met him.

Ten years my senior, but he was the first boy I ever had a crush on.

Way out of my league and totally too old for me, but I kept my head down and focused on college.

He had pale skin, almost translucent, crystal blue eyes that pierced through your soul like an icicle, and jet-black hair thatfell into them sometimes and all I’d want to do is brush it away before kissing his lips.

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