Page 70 of My Ruthless Neighbor

I was craving a taste. And now that I’ve gotten it, it would be ten times harder to stay away from her. Scratch that. It would be a hundred times harder because she lives right next door.

Summer is trouble. Her mere existence is making my life a living hell.

She is the complete opposite of me. I hate people like her who lie without a second thought.

But it’s her quirkiness that held my attention from the beginning. She is unusually weird. Her dressing style is weird and yet I can’t take my eyes off her whenever she is around.

She is unknowingly torturing me.

My infatuation with her is a mystery. Maybe it’s temporary and it will pass. Whatever the case is, I have to stay away from her.

She is something that I want with a ferocity that is vicious, and bestial. But I can never have her.

Because I would never bend my rules for anyone. There’s no place for dishonest people in my life.

And judging by Meagan’s voice messages, I think Summer has done it again. She chose to lie despite promising me that she wouldn’t.

My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens, and the woman I was waiting for steps out.

Summer is wearing a pink top and a pair of royal blue pants that hugs her ass. Her long hair which was tied in a ponytail earlier is now set loose. She really is a brunette Rapunzel.

Her face is clean of the makeup she was wearing.

I prefer her like this. She is naturally beautiful. She is a vision. And doesn’t need any makeup to enhance her beauty.

I shake off the thought clouding my brain. I don’t have room in my life for a liar, no matter how temptingly beautiful the said liar is.

I begin to walk to her.

Her mismatched eyes lift when she senses me. It makes me halt.

Previously, I had a suspicion, but one look at her face solidified all the doubts in my head. Something is terribly wrong.

The hollowness in her gaze makes me uneasy.

She covers the distance between us and stops in front of me.

“I told you I’d handle it.” The corner of her mouth lifts into a tired smile. “I did it. You are free now. I don’t think she’ll ever trouble you.”

My brows pull together as I try to read her. “What have you done, Summer?”

She bows her head, breaking eye contact. “I did what you asked me to do. You know, to repay your favor.”

I reach out and grip her chin and lift her face. Meeting her eyes, I ask, “Did you lie?”

She chuckles and pushes my hand away. “What if I did? Did you forget I am a liar? Lying is my forte, Archer. I lied through my teeth and it worked.” She stares at me with those somber eyes. “You must hate me more now that I broke my word.” She lifts one shoulder and sniffles. “I am sorry.”

When she tries to leave, I grab her upper arm. Tugging her back gently, I ask, “What happened?”

When she doesn’t answer or look at me, I lean down. “Was she rude to you? Did she hurt you?”

She stiffens at the question. “No.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you are lying again?”

She shakes her head. “Why are you still here after I told you that I lied?”

She is right. Why indeed? I didn’t get the familiar feeling of breathlessness I usually get when she confessed to lying.

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