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Everyone has a nemesis.
He became mine.
Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye.
The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover.
But anyone with a brain knows better.
I know better.
He’s arrogant, full of himself.
A dream crusher.
So, why can’t I focus when I’m in his presence?
Why does the control I worked so hard for vanish at the sound of his voice?
Living in a storm I’m looking for my rainbow, and he, he is the sun who makes it possible.
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I’ve just returned from my morning walk as I enter the community gardens, feeling really good, when I see my nemesis coming from the other side of the green space. He arrives sweaty, wearing sportswear.
For the first time in my life I’ll admit I sincerely thank Roselynn for giving me what I’m wearing right now. Black calf length leggings. My sports bra is electric blue, short and quite low cut, which means I have some great cleavage on show which boosts my confidence.
What? I have a great rack, and I’m not shy to showcase it.
I admit that dressing well gives a certain sexy halo and I plan to take advantage of it.
I see his green eyes looking me up and down, just the way I wanted him to, although he tries to hide it behind that frown and that shield of arrogance that surrounds him.
Without the slightest hint of shame, I return the look. I eat him with my eyes, ogling him with no shame. He wears a white muscle shirt and basketball shorts, completely different than the previous times I’ve seen him.
He looks more accessible, more human. The muscles of his arms are perfectly delineated under his tanned skin, he could trace them with a pencil and the result would be more perfect than Michelangelo’s famous white marble sculpture of David.
What’s worse is this version of him is real, flesh and blood.
His mouth is puckered and I’m not sure if he’s going to talk, make a face or if he wants me to approach him and take him by storm.
Somebody call the doctor and take me to the asylum!
The temptation is too great, I must restrain myself. In no way do my plans include getting tangled up with Lancelot Hills.
“What are you doing here, Miss Wilkinson?” he says. “Did you find out where I live and decided to follow me?”
Warm up engines! My heart pumps faster, the blood becomes a lava river that rises and rises in temperature.
Control, Ariel. It’s the angry one that loses.
“If you recall, I told you I lived here,” I answer, doing my best to sound casual. “Another thing you decided not to believe.”
“So, it’s just a happy coincidence, is it?”
His sarcasm just makes this easier for me. If he wants to start a verbal war, I’m not going to be intimidated by the first salvo.
“This is no coincidence. When you decided to buy that house, you knew that my home was here. If anyone is doing the harassing, it’s you.”
Lancelot stretches his arm as if to grab mine, but I’m faster. I turn with a swish of my ponytail, making my way to my apartment, leaving him standing there, digesting the information he just received.
I won the first round.
How fucking good it feels to have the last word!
About the Author
Author, wife, and mother of a girl and a puppy. I love the happily ever after. Believer & dreamer. I live in my own world, sipping Ginger Ale and lime. I’m always plotting my next book, coloring pages, and reading.