Page 46 of My Ruthless Neighbor

My face is hot and my skull feels like it’s going to split in two.

I don’t even like Archer Kim!

How am I ever going to face him after this?

What all went down last night? And why is it coming back to me in bits and pieces?

Don’t torment me, brain. Please. Just finish me at once by showing me all the things that happened last night. I can’t handle any more flashbacks, please.

I commit a mistake by shutting my eyes for a second because there it is. The picture, the feel of his finger in my mouth.

I don’t want to live on this planet anymore! After what I did… I think it’s time to relocate to mars!

My stomach churns as I helplessly watch Goldie. “You have the permission to slap me, scratch me, or destroy my favorite rainbow pillow if I ever mention drinking again.”

A rustle from the living room brings me back to the present.Putting the plan of moving to mars on the back burner, I move to the bedroom door.

I look over the shoulder at the bed. Goldie is happily jumping and nibbling at the comforter.

Dogs are supposed to be on alert, right? Mine is totally unaware of the activities happening around him.

I shake my head when he stumbles and falls face-first onto my pillow. Then, taking a deep breath, I open the door.

At first, nothing seems out of place. I swear I heard something. But maybe it’s the hangover that’s playing the trick on my ears.

Shrugging it off, I pad to the living room, rubbing my eyes.

Now that I am out here, I should look for the charger.

I need to call River.

“Morning.”

I jump and whirl around so fast that my vision blurs for a second. “Fuck.”

A large hand grips my elbow and steadies me. “Are you all right?”

At the question, I slowly look up.

Nothing, and I repeat nothing could have prepared me for what I am seeing right now.

Archer stands in front of me, involuntarily shielding me from the sunlight pouring in from the glass windows.

He is wearing a white button-down shirt and black pants. A gray silk tie is hanging sensually on both sides of his neck. His jet-black hair is wet as if he just had a shower.

I manage to nod and his brow furrows. As if he doesn’t believe me. As if he figured out that I am lying. Oh, shit. He hates lying.

I open my mouth to confess that I feel like shit but he quickly releases me. He clears his expression and steps back.

“You need to eat.” He reaches up and gathers the two ends of the tie. I watch as he begins tying the knot as he moves. “Eat before your breakfast gets cold.”

“You cooked for me?” I ask incredulously.

He stays quiet as he adjusts his tie knot and collar while stepping inside my open kitchen. I follow him aimlessly and when he stops abruptly, I run into his back. He stumbles a bit, then turns around. When his eyes penetrate mine, I blush furiously.

I sucked this man’s finger like a lollipop last night. The reminder has me jerking my eyes on the floor.

“Sorry.” I grimace.

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