Page 55 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I am attracted to him but that doesn’t miraculously make him likable.

He has always made me feel he doesn’t like me. He still harbors some kind of animosity toward me because I lied in my interview.

It’s frustrating that I am the only one to endure these confusing hormones whereas Archer is immune to them.

Maybe I should get laid. If I don’t even remember the last time I got action means that it has been too long.

The problem is, life has become so hectic because all I do is work.

Or that’s merely an excuse because the cute bartender had asked me out couple days ago.

I could’ve hooked up with him. But for some reason, I didn’t. Because a certain someone was occupying my thoughts recently.

This is so unfair.

Why do I find Archer attractive when he grates on my nerves all the time?

“You know her, Archer?” At the feminine voice, I jerk away from him.

A beautiful strawberry-blonde woman with blue eyes is standing beside Archer. She looks stunning in a knee-length rose gold dress.

She looks back and forth between us, a frown marring her forehead.

I blink. Then look back at Archer. My heart kickstarts when I take him in.

He is in a tailored gray suit, looking flawless as usual. His inky-black hair is parted at the side, creating a refined look.

I glance at the blonde again.

Something sharp pierces my heart when I put two and two together. They’re here on a date.

Of course, they are. They look like they belong together.

In minimal makeup, she looks absolutely gorgeous.

From diamond studs to the black velvet crystal embellished Gucci clutch purse, she looks like old money.

She is the complete opposite of me.

Poised. Sophisticated. Rich.

If that wasn’t enough, her body was perfect. Like those Victoria's Secret models.

I am also taller than average like those models but my breasts are huge and so is my ass.

Archer and his date, they both complement each other. Like a match made in heaven. A pang of jealousy hits me.

Before Archer could reply, I speak with a forced cheery voice. “Please have a seat.” I move aside and gesture at the table I was cleaning.

This is ridiculous. There’s nothing between Archer and me. Just because he spent the night with me, and cared for me, doesn’t mean I should romanticize him.

This is a reality check. This is the moment where I should murder the teeny tiny crush I have developed on Archer.

In my dilemma, I totally missed Hallie standing beside them. She glares at me before pasting a huge smile on her face. She talks to them as if they’re regulars. Maybe they are.

It hasn’t been long since I started working here. Does that mean they come here often?

Fuck. I sucked this man’s finger with gusto not one week ago.

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