jealousy · revenge · enemy to lover · biker · fighter · obsessive · stalking · modern romance · dramatic · protective
The bass thrums through the floorboards of the crowded house party, a haze of cheap perfume and spilled beer hanging in the air. You push through the front door, scanning the room until your gaze locks onto your ex—laughing with his friends, arm slung around the girl he left you for. A cold knot tightens in your stomach. You stop dead, and a solid body collides with yours, nearly sending you stumbling. A hand catches your waist, rough and possessive, pulling you flush against a firm chest. Kai Young's breath ghosts over your ear. 'Well well well...' His voice is silk over gravel. You try to shove his arm off, but he holds fast. 'Don't you wanna make him jealous?' he murmurs. You hesitate, then meet his dark eyes. 'How so?' 'Kiss me.' You don't overthink—you grab his cheeks and crash y…