Twisted Hate: An Enemies with Benefits Romance

“Still hate me?” I whispered, lacing my fingers with Jules’s.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she squeezed my hand. “Always.”

Anyway, how’s the wedding planning going? Ava turn into Bridezilla yet?”

“Is this how you greet all your coworkers, Dr. Chen? Because it’s highly inappropriate.”

The universe loved me.

“Let’s talk about how we’ll make this a stag party you’ll never forget. I’m thinking tigers, tattoos…”

Alex might petrify into stone if we dwelled too much on the sentimentality of the moment, and I didn’t want my sister to marry a literal statue.

Alex released a sigh so weary I half expected him to collapse beneath its weight.

That fucker would not make me cry. Not today, Satan.

So yeah, you have my fucking permission. Just don’t kill her with the ring, because that shit is bright as fuck.”

Holy fucking crap.