LOGINAllison Trainer has grown up surrounded by wealth, privilege, and the prestige of her family’s law firm. The Trainer Law Firm has been a cornerstone of success for generations, strengthened by its close partnership with Darson Law—a relationship that has brought both families fame, fortune, and influence. But no amount of wealth or status can make Allison tolerate one person: Tristain Darson. The son of her parents’ lifelong friends, Tristain is everything she despises—arrogant, infuriating, and seemingly intent on pushing every button she has. Their rivalry is fueled by endless arguments, sharp words, and an unspoken competition neither is willing to back down from. Then life throws them together in ways neither expects. Trapped in the same world of family expectations, high-profile events, and business dealings, Allison and Tristain are forced to confront the one truth they’ve been trying to ignore: the line between hate and desire is thinner than they ever imagined.
View More“That’s actually wild,” Jade said, rifling through a rack of sweatshirts like she was digging for buried treasure.She’d dragged me to the mall under the noble pretense of finding an outfit for her date tomorrow, but I knew the real reason she’d invited me along. I had gossip. And Jade treated gossip the way a dehydrated woman treated water—desperately and without shame.“Right?” I said, trailing after her. “And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—”“Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?”I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.”Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?Rolling m
The kiss detonated between us—hot, reckless, and inevitable. Her lips were soft and unguarded, a cruel contrast to the way she met me stroke for stroke, refusing to yield. It felt like coming home and committing a sin all at once. Her taste lodged itself into me, threaded through my veins, and I knew—instantly and irrevocably—that there would be no forgetting this. Or stopping it. My hand slid from her neck into her hair, fingers tightening as I angled her head, deepening the kiss until the world narrowed to heat and breath and the quiet, broken sound she made against my mouth. It still wasn’t enough. Nothing about her would ever be enough. She wasn’t something to satisfy—she was something to unravel for. I didn’t just want her. I wanted to undo her. To leave my mark so deeply that even when she hated me, she’d still feel me there. I wanted to be the thing she fought against and the thing she reached for when everything else fell apart. The thought terrified me as much as it consumed
My GPS chimed softly as I rolled to a stop, the Ducati purring beneath me like it knew exactly what kind of mood I was in. I slid into a handicapped spot directly in front of the mall.I wouldn’t be here long.I cut the ignition and flipped the plate up before swinging off the bike and striding toward the entrance. Helmet stayed on. No face, no name—just intent. I didn’t need mall security remembering me if I had to come back later.Whether to rearrange someone’s face…or buy Ally something nice.The thought irritated me more than it should’ve.I didn’t understand why I was this infuriated. Ally wasn’t mine. She wasn’t property. I had no claim, no right to dictate who talked to her or who asked her out. And yet—when that name had flashed across my alert, something ugly and possessive had sparked deep in my chest.Maybe that was why I’d installed the restrictions.Control.The realization sat heavy, unsettling. Ever since that night, something inside me had cracked open, reshaped itself
“That’s actually wild,” Jade said, rifling through a rack of sweatshirts like she was digging for buried treasure.She’d dragged me to the mall under the noble pretense of finding an outfit for her date tomorrow, but I knew the real reason she’d invited me along. I had gossip. And Jade treated gossip the way a dehydrated woman treated water—desperately and without shame.“Right?” I said, trailing after her. “And what’s even crazier is that it’s literally the exact same scene from—”“Tragedies of True Hearts, yeah,” Jade cut in, lifting a mauve sweater and holding it up to her chest. The color pulled warm gold from her eyes. “You think he’s read it?”I snorted aloud, tipping my head back. “Tristain? Reading romance novels? Please. He probably only reads grim nonfiction or pretentious realistic fiction. There’s no way he’s touched something that unhinged.”Jade only hummed, unconvinced, draping another miniskirt over her arm. God—how many skirts could one person possibly need?Rolling m












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