Page 98 of My Ruthless Neighbor

The whole scene was amusing, though.

I still had two miles left but I decided to cut the run short. She didn’t look okay. So I trekked through the park and to the convenience store to buy her a bottle of water and an energy bar.

When I get to the spot where I left her, I freeze.

Summer is seated on a park bench. But she is not alone.

There’s a man dressed in running gear seated by her side.

He says something to her and she smiles at him.

She fucking smiles at that prick. My fist tightens around the bottle, almost crushing it.

She hands him the half-empty water bottle; her mouth forms the wordsThank you.

My blood starts boiling when he reaches out to brush something off her hair. Seriously? So this asshole is finding ways to touch what’s mine?

Wait. She is not mine. And the reality makes me furious.

My temper loses some of the heat when she draws back. But when they fall into a conversation, it begins climbing again.

He looks about her age. In his late twenties. And knows how to crack a joke. Complete opposite of a grumpy man in his thirties. Me.

I want to stride to them and snatch her up and away from his grabby hands. But she seems to be enjoying his company.

She is not yours, Archer. Walk away.

I listen to my own advice. Dumping the water bottle and energy bar in the waste container, I walk away.

Chapter Twenty

Ithink I need help. I am not okay. Something seems to be terribly wrong with me.

I am currently flushed against a very hot guy. When I say hot. I meanhawthot.

It’s day two of the test shoot. This time I am paired with an uber-sexy male model.

We are both wearing black t-shirts, white pants, and leather jackets. His arm is curled around my waist, the other in his back pocket.

I am arched up against his chest, slightly facing the camera. One of my hands is around his neck and the other is pushed into my back pocket.

“You are doing great.” He whispers in my ear. I wait for a spark. But nothing happens.

I look at him, the photographer continuing to click our pictures. “Thanks.”

He is a professional model. Receiving a compliment from him is definitely something.

“Your eyes are so beautiful.” He says in a husky voice.

I smile at the compliment. “Thank you.”

I am disappointed that his words couldn’t send shivers down my spine likehisdoes.

Just two words from Archer.Little liar.And I feel it everywhere.

Like I said, there’s something wrong with me.

Take this morning for example.

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