Page 62 of My Ruthless Neighbor

He sobers up. “You are awesome, Summer Donovan. It would suck if you transform into one of those barbie girls. Never change. Okay?”

“Okay.” I smile.

Men would prefer women like Meagan over someone like me and that’s okay. I never liked that crowd anyway.

But after hearing Archer, I don’t know why it pricked my heart.

It shouldn’t trouble me.

I shouldn’t have researched him like a mad woman the past week. I told myself that I was googling him purely because he was my neighbor. That I wasn’t intrigued by him.

Once I typed in his name in the search engine, several articles turned up including his google knowledge panel. The man is a celebrity.

I read about his achievements in the advertising sector. He even founded a hospital and supports several animal centers in the city.

In a nutshell, Archer Kim is an ideal man every parent wants their daughters to marry.

Then why do I think there’s more to him than that? I had a glimpse of melancholy behind the façade he fools everyone with.

The depth of his dark eyes hides many secrets. But those aren’t mine to discover.

I tried to dig deeper, in the hopes of finding information about his personal life.

The only thing I could find was about his parent’s migration from South Korea to the States. That’s it.

It’s like his life before KIM Advertising doesn’t exist. Also, he doesn’t date.

He always attended the galas and events alone. That was odd. Because he is one of the most eligible bachelors in the world.

The gossip columns featured Raleigh more than Archer. There were no pictures or bad comments about him. Zilch.

Now I know the reason. He doesn’t want to date. He is a workaholic. And he wants me to do his bidding. Because he doesn’t want to settle down with Miss Perfect. It’s okay.

I’ll do it if it makes us even.

A favor for a favor.

I clear my throat. “So what do you want me to do?”

Tension swirls in my gut as I wait for his answer.

“You have to tell her that I followed you out here and kissed you.”

Chapter Fourteen

“What?” I shout, making him grimace.

Did I hear him right? I am totally going to ignore how my heart did a backflip when he said that.

I would never and I mean never ever admit out loud that I’d been fantasizing about kissing Archer. Last night, I even dreamed about it.

I shouldn’t have spent so much time researching about him. Because he has been living inside of my head rent-free ever since. And its side effects are him making an appearance in my dreams.

“I don’t like repeating myself.”

I prefer dream Archer over the real one any day. Because the real-life Archer is an asshole. Through and through.

“I heard you the first time, okay? It’s just… why would you do that?”

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