Falling for My Enemy (Dirty Martini Running Club, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

“You don’t hate her,” a low voice said next to me. I glanced over at Weston. “What?” “You don’t hate her, or you wouldn’t give a shit about any of this.” As much as I wanted to say I hated Hazel, he was right. I didn’t. I didn’t know what I felt for her. But it wasn’t hatred. It was a lot more complicated than that. “Yeah, maybe.” He eyed me for a second, like he wasn’t sure if he was going to bother continuing the conversation. “If it had been some other woman’s shirt popping open, would you have fucked her?” “No,” I said with a lot more vehemence than I expected. “Didn’t think so. That’s your problem.” “What?” “You care. Sex isn’t meaningless if you care. So that means it wasn’t.” “Wasn’t meaningless?” “Nope. She’s under your skin. Maybe she does drive you crazy, but that’s because you care about her, and you care what she thinks of you.” This was the most Weston had ever spoken to me. And he was hitting too close to the truth for comfort. “So what am I supposed to do?” “Fuck if I know.” He took a long drink from his water bottle. “Caleb’s right, no one should listen to me for relationship advice.” I rolled my eyes. So he was just bullshitting me. “Great, thanks.” “There is one thing I do know.” “What’s that?” “If she has the power to fuck up your insides this much, you only have two choices.” “Yeah?” “Get as far away from her as you can so you never have to see her again.” My gut churned at the thought. “Or?” “Marry her.”

Hated weston for like 3 secs now hes ok with me boy is smart