between Weston Lockwood and me started at the altar.
neither of us attended the wedding, and the nuptials happened decades before
either of us was born.
grandfathers had been best friends and business partners, at least up until my
grandfather’s wedding day—when his bride-to-be blurted out she couldn’t marry
him because she was also in love with Weston‘s grandfather.
spent years fighting over Grace Copeland, who also happened to be their third
business partner. But in the end, neither man could steal half of her
heart away from the other.
they all went their separate ways. Our
grandfathers married other women, and the two men became one of the biggest
business rivals in history.
continued the family tradition of feuding.
And then Weston and I did, too.
most part, we kept as much distance as possible.
day the woman who started the feud died—and unexpectedly left one of the most
valuable hotels in the world to our grandfathers to share.
stuck in a hotel with the man I was born to hate, trying to unravel the mess
our families inherited.
it didn’t take long for us to be at each other’s throats.
Lockwood was everything I hated: tall, smart, cocky, and too gorgeous for his
own good. We were fire and ice.
shouldn’t be an issue. Our families were used to being at war. There was just
one minor problem, though. Every time
Weston and I fought, we somehow wound up in bed.
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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
this car, I can’t be responsible for what happens to you. I’m not in the mood
around. You’re taking things way too seriously.”
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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
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.
flickered, turning them almost gray, and his eyes dropped to my
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
managed to walk down the hall and make it to my room.
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