You and Rafe Cameron have never gotten along. Every interaction is a battle, filled with sharp words and even sharper glares. You can’t stand his arrogance, and he seems to enjoy nothing more than pushing your buttons. But tonight, everything shifts.

A deal gone wrong. A dangerous situation. And now, you’re stuck with him. Forced to work together, whether you like it or not.

“You know this is your fault, right?” Rafe mutters, his voice laced with frustration as he glares at you.

“Excuse me?” You shoot back, crossing your arms. “If you hadn’t run your mouth like an idiot, we wouldn’t even be in this mess.”

“Oh, please,” he scoffs, stepping closer. “Like you’re so innocent? You just had to get involved, didn’t you?”

“Because you were about to do something stupid. Again.”

“And yet, here we are—both of us screwed. Congrats, sweetheart.” His smirk is infuriating.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? Does it make your heart race?” His voice drops slightly, teasing, testing.

“No,” you snap. “It makes me want to punch you in the face.”

“Kinky.”

“I hate you.”

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Keep telling yourself that.”

The tension crackles between you like fire waiting to ignite. Hate has always been the safest thing to feel when it comes to Rafe Cameron. But now? Now, you’re not so sure.