Page 175 of My Ruthless Neighbor

He gets to his feet, then pets the crown of my head in response before taking a seat across from me on a lounge chair. “Now we talk.”

It’s better to do it now rather than stalling. “Okay.”

“Let’s start with thatboy, shall we?”

“Boy?”

“Yes. The one you were dancing with.”

“Freddie.” I purse my lips.

His jaw clenches. “Yes. What were you thinking, Summer?”

“What do you mean by that? I was just having fun.” Until it wasn’t fun anymore because Freddie started being obnoxious and I was seconds away from slapping him. But I am not going to tell him that, because Archer has that wild look again. Something tells me it won’t end well for Freddie if I ratted him out.

“Do you like him?” The question startles me.

“What? No!” I jump up.

He stands too. And in a flash, he’s towering over me. “Then tell me, Summer. Why would you let another male touch what’s mine?”

“I’m not—” His hand snakes around my nape. Fisting my hair, he makes my head tilt back.

“Lie to me again and there will be consequences.” His eyes rake over my face.

“W-what consequences?”

“I’ll fuck you hard. I’ll pound into your tight pussy and won’t stop until you are sobbing. But I still won’t stop until you fucking admit it.”

My heartbeat skyrockets. He is so crude. My panties are ruined by his dirty mouth. “Admit what?” I ask breathily.

“The truth. That you are fucking mine.” My pulse quickens when he descends, his gaze locked on my lips. Before he could kiss me, I push his chest to stop him. I have made my decision and I am not going to give in to the temptation.

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

Taking a few steps back, I put some distance between us. “I texted you earlier to talk because…” I wring my hands as I avert my eyes. “…because I wanted to tell you in person that it’s over.”

He is silent for a while. I don’t look at him. I can’t. So I continue. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Look at me.” He says softly and my chin trembles. I shake my head.

If I do look at him, I might not be able to do what I must. I want my colors so bad. I need strength to do this. God, it hurts.

Hands cup my face. Archer turns my eyes to him. “You don’t want me anymore?”

“I do.” I bite my trembling lip. “I’ll always do.”

“Then what is this about?”

I remove his hands and finally break. “You lied to me, Archer.”

“I never lie, Summer and you know it.”

“Do I?” I give him a humorless smile. “Then why did you lie about a business dinner when you were meeting a woman? There are pictures of you two circulating the internet.”

When he goes to speak, I cut him off. “You know I used to think that I can do the whole casual sex thing. But I can’t just stomach you seeing other women. I—” He presses a finger to my lips.

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