Page 95 of My Ruthless Neighbor

She stiffens. “And why would I do that?”

Because having you so close to me and not being able to touch you would be torture. And I refuse to put myself in such a situation.

“Because you wanted to stay away from me, remember?”

I have no idea how, but sometime during the argument, we moved closer. So close that I can see a small freckle under her left eye.

She lifts her chin in defiance. “I still do.”

Unable to resist, my fingers close around her chin. “Then why are you willing to work for me?”

She scoffs, jerking back from my hold. “Hannah came to me with the proposal. And I am willing to work forher. Not you. Never you.” She hisses the last words.

Grabbing her, I pull her to me. She squeaks in surprise when her chest collides with mine. “Never, huh?”

“Yes. Never, ever, ever—” My mouth lands on her. I go straight to what I wanted to do when I saw her picture. I sink my teeth into her plump lower lip. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to make her retaliate.

She slides her fingers in my hair, tugging me close as she bites my lip. Groaning, I cup her ass through her dress and haul her to me.

She gasps in my mouth when she feels my erection straining my sweatpants. “I hate you.” She curls her arms around my neck, practically climbing me.

I thrust against her, my fingers digging into her ass. “I know.” Then we are kissing again, both trying to dominate the kiss.

My heart thunders in my chest. I breathe in the sweet, intoxicating scent of her skin.

I can feel her breath hitching when I trace her lip with my tongue, demanding entry. She parts her lips for me.

I’ve never kissed someone with such intensity and hunger before. I am not sure what it is about this woman that makes me act like this. Unhinged and the complete opposite of myself.

She influences me to do things I wouldn’t normally do.

I feel someone tugging at the hem of my sweatpants. I break the kiss and look down. Goldie growls as he yanks the fabric with all his might.

Summer breaks apart from me and gasps. “Goldie, no!” She bends down and manages to separate my sweats from the dog’s teeth.

The dog stopped us from crossing all the boundaries tonight.

She stands with Goldie in her arms, her face crimson.

When she doesn’t make any move to look at me, I clear my throat. “I should go.”

She nods, still not looking at me. I turn to leave. I am one hundred percent sure that if we end up alone once again, we would either kill each other or fuck each other’s brains out.

When I am at the door, I stop. Without turning my head, I tell her, “You should call Hannah to decline.”

“And you should fuck off and mind your business.” She replies. My jaw clenches as I slam the door shut behind me.

Chapter Nineteen

Ithink I took the modeling career too seriously. My lungs ache and I am panting from the exertion.

This morning, I decided to go for a run at the park near my apartment building. You know, to keep myself fit. I love eating. And I doubt I could ever stop the consumption of candies.

So here I am, barely breathing, my throat dry and my legs trembling.

The breeze is cool but I am sweating profusely. My rainbow-striped t-shirt is sticking to my skin. Even my leggings feel damp. I am sweating all over. I grimace. I need a shower. Stat.

I ran for about fifteen minutes. It’s enough for the first day, right? I nod to myself. It is.

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