It was easy.
He wasn’t my brother’s best friend.
I wasn’t his best friend’s little sister.
And the lines between us weren’t blurred.
I was only twelve years old, so I truly believed Prince Charming existed. As I grew older, I came to realize he never really did. Because if he did, he most certainly wouldn’t be available. And he most definitely wouldn’t be interested in a girl like me. I’m not saying that because I want anyone to tell me otherwise, but if such a man existed, he’d have no chance with me anyway. Because for some only-God-knows-why reason, my heart only beats for one man. My pulse only increases whenhewalks into the room. My cheeks flush and my body hums whenhelooks at me. I feel the blood in my veins as my skin heats from his very existence. He’s the epitome ofperfection.
…Too bad a decade later, he’s a complete asshole.
Travis King.
He’s no knight in shining armor; more like a royal jackass. He may look like a prince on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a cocky, arrogant womanizer that I want to shove over a cliff.
All right, that might sound dramatic and all, considering I just confessed my feelings about him, but those are feelings ofhate…not love.
From being head over heels for him as a young girl to loathing him as a woman, Travis King needs to remember the golden rule—never admit defeat.
It was game on.
Chapter 1
Travis
Ilove a girl who can suck dick like a champ. Watching her tongue lick up my thick vein, pumping blood to my best andbiggestasset, sets my body ablaze. She wraps her hand around my shaft, sucks on the tip, and pumps hard until I release inside her delicious mouth.
“Mm…salty.” She licks her lips and pushes a finger inside her mouth, sucking it clean.
“Sorry for the mess.” I pull myself back inside my pants and re-buckle my belt.
“I caught most of it.” She’s grinning as if swallowing is some kind of special achievement.
I grab her hand and lift her up, leaning in to give her a chaste kiss. “Thanks, babe.”
“No, thank you.” Her eyes light up as a soft giggle releases from her throat.
I lick my lips. “Mm…you’re right.”
She furrows her brows in question.
“Salty.” Her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m referring to.
“So…same time next week?” She bats her long, fake lashes up at me, and I fight the urge to laugh in her face.
“I’ll check my schedule.” I open the door and casually look out in the hallway to make sure no one else is around. “All clear, babe.”
She follows me out, but we walk in different directions.
I head toward the elevator and press the call button. Once I’m in, I turn around and smile as I watch Alyssa Crawford’s hips sway from side to side as she walks toward the emergency exit staircase.
Yup. I’m hooking up with the daughter of Sloan Crawford, CEO of Crawford Marketing.
And a nice hookup it’s become.
“Wipe that smug look off your face, King.” I hear as soon as I step off the elevator. It’s Blake James, my lead supervisor.
“Don’t be a jealous dick,” I retort, walking toward my office.
