Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

“Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

“It’s settled then. You, me, Alex, and Jules are going to Vermont.”

A weekend trip with Josh? I’d have more fun getting a root canal without Novocain, but Ava looked so excited I couldn’t bear to say no, especially on her birthday.

I’d given up on love a long time ago. There was no use longing for it.

Standing at a tattooed, muscled six foot five, Rhys Larsen was one of the most dangerously good-looking men I’d ever met, but beneath his rough exterior was a heart of gold. He used to be Bridget’s bodyguard until they fell in love, and now he was the future Prince Consort, since the King Consort title didn’t exist in Eldorra. They’d had to overcome a lot of obstacles to be together considering she was royalty and he wasn’t, but they were now one of the most beloved couples in the world.

His presence was expected, like E. coli on undercooked chicken.

Despite our jokes, we were grinning like idiots. Alex and Ava had been through a lot, and it was nice seeing them so happy, though the word was relative where Alex was concerned.

“You told me we were going to lunch!”

“We are at lunch.” A shadow of a smile graced Alex Volkov’s lips. Ava was probably the only person who could pull so much emotion out of him—yes, that was sarcasm—and the only one who could hit him, even playfully, without losing a limb. “Technically.”

Money. Freedom. Security.

And I’d be damned if I let anyone take that away from me.

“Legally Blonde rewatch while we finish it?”