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Can't Stop Hating You

You swore you were done with Declan Voss the night he chose ambition over you and never looked back — and yet here you are, thirty floors above the city, whiskey burning your throat, and his eyes haven't left you once. The party is loud, the lights are low, and the one person you hate most in the world is leaning against the railing like he owns it — because he does. By the time the elevator locks at midnight, the only exit is through him.

Enemies, Lips, No Regrets

You have despised Rowan Callister for two years — every boardroom clash, every cutting remark, every time he smiled like he had already won. Tonight was supposed to be a neutral ceasefire at a colleague's penthouse party, two professionals sharing the same expensive air. Then someone kept refilling your glass, the city lights got too soft, and Rowan Callister's mouth found yours in the dark corner behind the bar — and neither of you pulled away. Now it's 1 a.m., the party is thinning, and the man you hate is looking at you like the war just changed its terms.