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a lie, something tangible for him to hold on to. Absentmindedly, he rubs the pad of his thumb across his lower lip. It’s incredibly distracting.
“And no boyfriend?”
A squeak slips past my lips. “Uh, no. No boyfriend.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Oh?” I raise a questioning brow. “And why is that?”
He leans forward, again, into my space. “Because, Mackenzie, you’re too sexy not to drive all the men back in New York crazy. Hell, you’re doing it to me right now.”
Ohmygod.
“I … well … I …”
He chuckles at my frazzled response. “Here’s the thing, Mackenzie. You intrigue me as no other woman has. And I like that. A lot,” he muses, settling back in his seat. “You say you came here with your friends to have some fun, so I have a proposition for you.”
My brow arches. “What kind of proposition?”
His eyes darken, and the blue of his gaze sears into my flesh. “The dirty kind.”
“Oh god,” I choke out.
“That’s not the name I’d prefer to fall from your lips, but we’ll work on that. Right now, I’d like nothing more than to fuck you six ways to Sunday, Mackenzie.”
My core spasms, and my lungs heave.
Something happens in my stomach, and it feels like there are Pop Rocks in my veins. My body is going haywire at his words.
Holy shit.
He wants to fuck me.
Jesus.
“That’s … that’s incredibly forward, Mr. Kingston, don’t you think?”
His grin reminds me of a predator. “I’m very forward when I know what I want, Mackenzie. And the truth? I want to fuck you. Very, very much.”
A low whimper falls from my lips, making him chuckle as if he enjoys watching my misery. Enjoys watching me squirm.
Keep your head in the game! My brain yells, reminding me why I’m here. I cannot lose sight of everything just because a hot guy wants to have wild, crazy sex with me. I can’t.
I will not.
“I-I … I should probably go. I’m supposed to meet m-my friends.”
Christ. The nervous high school stutter is back in full force.
Baz clucks his tongue. “Shame. I was looking forward to seeing the dirty girl inside you,” he says, his thumb swiping across my lower lip. I’m so out of it, I didn’t even notice when he moved in closer or when his hand came toward my face.
I shoot away from the table and wobble on my heels, attempting to make a quick escape.
Baz smirks. “Until next time, dirty girl.”
I run away, out of the restaurant, through the crowded bodies, toward the elevators.
After locking myself in my room, I rest my back against the heavy door and fight to control my breathing. My nipples are as hard as rocks, and with each intake of breath, they achingly graze against the material of my dress. I clench my thighs together and whimper when I feel just how wet my panties are. I’ve never had an encounter with a man like that before. I’ve never felt so wanton, so sexy, so desired. I’ve never wanted to have a one-night stand with a stranger so badly.
So why did I stop it then? Why didn’t I just say yes? What could one romp have the potential to destroy?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Wiping the back of my hand across my forehead, I push off the door and stride toward the bedroom to help alleviate the need, but then I stop. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m spinning on my heels and throwing the door open. With my clutch still wrapped around my wrist, I head to the elevators and pick my gaze up to press the button to recall the elevator. Just then, the doors slide open, and my breath catches.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Baz smirks. “Oh fuck, indeed.”
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I can’t say thank you enough to everyone who helped make Hate Thy Neighbor everything it is today. If you followed the link, I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek of the extended epilogue/The Consequence of Hating You, told from Oliva and Roman’s daughter’s POV. Originally, I planned on leaving the extended epilogue in the book, but after much thought (and suggestions from editors and friends) I decided to cut it and give everyone a chance to decide if they wanted to read it or not. I love HEA’s, just as I imagine everyone else does, but for Olivia and Roman, I wanted to remain true to their story and not sugarcoat what the future may or may not have held for them. I hope every reader can respect that. And if you chose not to click the link and were perfectly happy with the first epilogue, that is completely fine, too. <3
I honestly wrote this story on a whim. I had no expectations or anything for this book. This was just meant to be a purge project. Something for me to write, then toss. The idea came to me, and annoyingly, it wouldn’t go away, so I ran with it. Six chapters in and I knew I couldn’t toss this book out. I knew I’d fall in love with these two by the time I typed “The End”. And I did. This story is so unlike my usual, and I loved that. I loved stepping away from all the angst and suspense, into something (relatively) lighter.
Before I bore everyone, I need to thank so many people for making this story possible. My team of kick ass Beta Readers: Chelé, Elizabete, Ratula, Sarah, Aundi, Serena, April, Annette, Michelle, Sonal, and Becky. Thank you all for taking the time to read this story. All of your feedback is invaluable and this story wouldn’t be possible without you babes. I love each and every one of you so freaking much. <3
To Sarah at Social Butterfly, I don’t know what I’d do without you during each release. You’re an absolute gem and I’m so glad I have you on my team and in my corner helping me in this industry.
To my family, whom I thank in every book, you guys rock. Thank you for being annoying only eighty percent of the time while I wrote this.
And lastly, to you Dear Reader, for picking up this book and giving me a chance to share Olivia and Roman’s story with you. Thank you for allowing me the chance to live my dream as a storyteller. I appreciate each of you for taking a chance on my words. For helping me bring these characters to life in the best ways possible. You guys are seriously the real MVP’s here.
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Always grateful,
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S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.
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