Page 49 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“No.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Too fucking bad, little liar.”

Bunching his white t-shirt with my fingers, I speak, “You are so mean. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“You just did.”

My head swims and I collapse against his chest. His strong, hard chest.

I press forward, nuzzling my face in his warmth. It helps with nausea. I don’t feel sick anymore.

“Are you a doctor?” I hiccup.

“What?” He asks, and I feel him winding his muscular arm around me. The gesture makes me smile. The embrace feeds the emptiness inside of me. His warmth satiates the deepest sense of longing. It makes me want to stay like this forever.

Archer breaks the moment by abruptly releasing me.

“Lay down.”

When he starts to help me back to bed, I break out in a sweat. I twist from him in time and vomit all over my dress.

“Fuck.” Archer grunts. Just when I think he’d pull back. He doesn’t. He shocks me by cradling my body as my world spins.

“I’m gonna die.” My eyes roll back as my throat hurts.

“Shut up.” He snaps as he tries to clean me up.

“Time to meet my maker,” I mumble before gagging at the pungent smell.

I wince as I try to reach behind me to get the zipper of my dress.

“What are you doing?”

“I need out.” I huff before saying, “Of this dress.”

“Wait. I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

My lids feel heavy. But I get hold of the zipper and yank it down. The motion pools the dress to my waist.

“Shit.” He gets off the bed. He is about to turn when I throw up again. All over my bra and torso.

Archer turns and hurries to my side when I am about to crash down to bed. He carries me to the bathroom.

“Are you going to be sick again?” He asks.

I shake my head. The action makes me dizzy. I glance down and wrinkle my nose. “I need a shower.”

He slowly sets me on my feet. It’s not even a second before I am staggering. But he steadies me. I stare up to find him contemplating this situation. He looks… troubled as he runs his hand through his hair.

His internal struggles last for a few seconds. Because his hands are fisting my dress that’s bunched around my waist. He lowers my dress until it pools around my feet.

I step out of it and almost fall but Archer wraps his arm around me. “Your t-shirt is ruined,” I mumble.

“Thanks to you.” He says dryly.

“Asshole,” I say under my breath.

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