Page 160 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“Good to know.”

“Can I get a picture with you?”

“Would you share it on your social media?”

“Duh. Of course.”

“Then I’ll have to decline.”

“Why?”

Because my lawyers are against it. They don’t want unnecessary media attention that I would surely get once I am pictured with a woman.

Ever since I was featured in the list of the most eligible bachelors in the world, I avoid getting photographed with women. Because the paparazzi would be all in my business, trying to dig deeper about the woman I was with.

I certainly don’t want the headache.

“Personal reasons.” I offer gently.

She pouts. “All right. But can I have your number?”

“You have the agency’s contact information, no?”

“Well, yes.”

“Then you don’t need my number.” I rise to my feet. She follows suit.

“Wait,” She grabs my forearm, rubbing her thumb across my skin in a seductive way. She steps closer and peers at me through her lashes, a flirtatious smile teasing her lips. “I wanted your number so we could meet up, you know. To hangout or something like that.”

Molly is a beautiful young woman with olive skin and hazel eyes. She is also confident and direct. But she is not the one who is on my mind 24/7.

She doesn’t make my cock hard. She certainly doesn’t drive me crazy by her scent.

Because Molly is not my Summer.

“I got the hint, Molly but I’m not interested.” I grab her hand and take it off mine.

“I know you’re not into dating. We can still dothingswithout dating. More like you can do things to me.” She giggles.

My phone vibrates in my hand. I check it and find a message waiting for me. A message from Summer.

Without reading it, my head lifts and my eyes travels across the room and meet hers.

Summer’s face is flushed red, her chest heaving as she glares daggers at me.

I am not sure why she looks angry but a chuckle leaves me. Her mouth falls open, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. Despite the fact that her body language is stiff, she looks ridiculously adorable.

Before I could go to her, she is striding straight at me with pure determination. Her long hair fluttering around her as if they’re her wings.

But instead of stopping when she reaches me, she steps between me and Molly, making her stumble a bit. Molly glares at her but Summer doesn’t stop, she breezes past us with a defiant tilt to her chin, her lips pressed in a hard line.

I turn to see her advance to the exit of the studio.

My lips twitch when she almost stumbles over a bunch of wires lying on the floor.

My little liar saw the little interaction I had with Molly.

“Ugh! What a bi—” I snap my head to her, daring her to finish the sentence.

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