Pré-commande :
Nos grands-pères étaient meilleurs amis et partenaire en affaire jusqu'au jour du mariage de mon grand-père, lorsque sa future femme a laissé échapper qu'elle ne pouvait pas l'épouser parce qu'elle était aussi amoureuse du grand-père de Weston.
Les deux hommes ont passé des années à sa battre pour Grace Coppeland, qui était également leur associée. Mais à la fin, aucun homme n'a pu voler la moitié du coeur accaparé par l'autre. Finalement , ils se sont tous séparés. Nos grand-pères ont épousé d'autres femmes et les deux hommes sont devenus les plus grand rivaux dans le monde des affaires. Nos pères poursuivent cette tradition de conflit. Et Weston et moi également. Le plus souvent , nous gardons autant de distances qu'il est possible.
Jusqu'au jour où la femme à l'origine du conflit est morte et a laissé, de manière inattendue, à nos grand-pères, le partage d'un des hôtels les plus luxueux au monde.
A présent, je suis coincée dans un hôtel avec l'homme que je suis destinée à haïr, tentant de démêler le gâchis dont nos familles ont hérité. Comme d'habitude, il ne nous aura pas fallu beaucoup de temps pour nous sauter à la gorge.
Weston Lockwood est tout ce que je déteste : grand , intelligent, arrogant et trop beau pour son propre bien. Nous sommes le feu et la glace.
Mais cela ne devrait pas être un soucis. Nos familles ont l'habitude d'être en guerre. Il y a juste un petit problème. Chaque fois que Weston et moi nous battons, nous nous retrouvons au lit...
Sophia
“What the hell?” I pressed the button on the elevator panel a second time. It illuminated, yet the car continued to sit there. So I jabbed my finger at it a third time. Finally, the doors started to glide closed. Just as they were about to shut completely, a shoe blocked them from closing.
A wingtip shoe.
Weston’s smiling face was there to greet me when the doors bounced open.
My blood was near boiling. “So help me, Lockwood, if you try to get in this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood anymore.”
He entered the elevator anyway. “Come on, Fifi. What’s wrong? I’m just playing around. You’re taking things way too seriously.”
I counted to ten in my head, but it didn’t help. Fuck it. He wanted to get a rise out of me? He was going to get one. The doors slid shut again, and I turned and backed him into a corner. Seeing my face, he at least had the decency to look a little nervous.
“You wanna know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! My father thinks I’m inept because I don’t have an appendage dangling between my legs. The man I spent the last eighteen months with was cheating on me with one of my cousins. Again. I hate New York City. I despise the Lockwood family. And you think you can get away with anything you want just because you have a big dick.” I jabbed my finger into his chest and punctuated each staccato word with another stab.
“I’m
Tired.
Of.
Men.
My father.
Liam.
You.
Every single fucking one of you. So leave me the hell alone!”
Frazzled, I turned back around and waited for the door to open, only to realize we hadn’t started to move yet. Great. Just fucking great. I jabbed the button a few more times, closed my eyes, and took deep, cleansing breaths as we started to move. Halfway through breath three, I felt the heat of Weston’s body behind me. He had to have moved closer. I continued to try to ignore him.
But the fucker still smelled good.
How the hell could that be? Whose cologne lasted for—what had it been now?—twelve hours? After the gauntlet run he’d sent me on across town this morning, I probably smelled like BO. It pissed me off that the asshole smelled...fucking delicious.
He moved closer, and I felt his breath tickle my neck.
“So,” he whispered in a gravelly voice. “You think my dick’s big.”
I turned and scowled at him. While this morning he’d been clean-shaven, he now had a five o’clock shadow all along his chiseled jaw. It gave him a sinister look. The suit that hugged his broad shoulders probably cost more than Liam’s entire sweater wardrobe. Weston Lockwood was everything I hated in a man—wealthy, good looking, cocky, arrogant, and fearless. Liam would hate him. My father already hated him. And at the moment, those were actually Weston’s strong points.
While I struggled with my body reacting to his scent and how much I liked the stubble on his face, Weston slowly reached out and put a hand on my hip. At first, I assumed he thought he needed to steady me, as he had when I’d wobbled in the bar. Had I wobbled again? I didn’t think I had. But I must’ve.
Though when his hand glided from my hip around to my ass, there was no misunderstanding his intention. He was not trying to help me stay on my feet. In my head, my immediate reaction was to scream at him, but somehow my throat felt too clogged to speak.
I made the mistake of looking up from his jaw into his blue eyes. Heat flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my lips.
No.
Just no.
This was not happening.
Not again.
My heart thundered in my chest, and the blood in my ears roared so loudly I almost didn’t hear the ding of the elevator announcing that we’d arrived at my floor. Thankfully it snapped me out of whatever moment of insanity I’d slipped into.
“I…I need to go.”
It took all of my focus to put one foot in front of the other, but I managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room.
Though…
I wasn’t alone.
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