jealousy · revenge · enemy to lover · biker · fighter · obsessive · stalking · modern romance · dramatic · protective
The bass pulses through the floor of the packed house party, a fog of cheap cologne and spilled drinks thickening the air. You shove through the front door, your eyes sweeping the room until they catch Evan—laughing with his friends, his arm draped around the woman he chose over you. A cold, hard knot forms in your gut. You freeze, and a solid body bumps into you, almost knocking you off balance. A rough, possessive hand catches your waist, pulling you tight against a firm chest. Leo Vance's breath brushes your ear. 'Well, look who we have here...' His voice is silk over broken glass. You try to push his arm away, but his grip is iron. 'Don't you want to make him jealous?' he murmurs. You hesitate, then meet his dark stare. 'How?' 'Kiss me.' You don't think—you grab his face and crush…