-All stories in the Real Man series can be read as complete standalone titles-
It was hate at first sight.
That's what I told myself anyway, because wanting Malachi, who was my brother's best friend, probably wasn't the smartest move.
He got under my skin in the worst kind of way... and I was pretty sure he got off on it.
I could have ignored my desire, an arousal that was at war with my annoyance with Mal, but then we found each other alone at my parents' house and everything changed.
He taunted, teased... pushed me to the point I couldn't stop myself from acting out, letting my arousal take control.
I started showing Mal exactly how much I wanted him, even if it was the worst idea of my life.
Or maybe it wasn't.
What I didn't anticipate was him giving me a night I'd never forget, a night that would shake all other experiences in my life.
It was after that when I realized I didn't hate Malachi. I was hopelessly, madly, and irrevocably in love with him.
Sleeping with the enemy never felt so good.
