Screw You, Lover: An Enemies To Lovers Romance

by Michaela Scott

  Alright, Riley. Well done, you got me, I didn’t see that coming.

  I guess you really do want war.

  Just like old times.

  “Finally,” Anya says as she sees me heading for the exit, “Now let’s go check out the runway and pick our seats.”

  “Sorry,” I say, “But I have to go. Very important restaurant business just came up. Pick whatever seats you want.”

  “Fine,” she says, as I head straight for the front doors of the lobby, “But make sure you clear your outfit with me before you show up this weekend. I want to make sure you’re better dressed than my original plus one.”

  Flashing her a thumbs up, I head out the hotel doors and into the parking lot, straight towards my car.

  I think it’s time to see what the disobedient little chef-in-training on my couch has to say for herself.

  Chapter 16: Riley

  “What’s that, Duke?” I say to the Irish Setter who just put his paw on the cushion beside me, “You want to get on the couch?”

  Duke pants and wags his tail.

  “Well, I’m sure your master wouldn’t like that very much, but right now, I think he’s got bigger things to worry about.”

  I pat the cushion. “Here, come hang out with me while I wait for him to find out that Riley’s Pizza Kitchen is now the official restaurant of LA Fashion Week.”

  His eyes lighting up, Duke jumps onto the couch, sinking into it as he licks my face. Hmm, I probably should have changed out of my fancy new dress before I invited the dog onto the couch…

  My phone goes off on the coffee table and I snatch it up, assuming that it’s Liam texting me in tears about my victory over him.

  But it’s just a local dairy farm, offering to cut me a deal on mozzarella if I buy it in bulk.

  Yeah, yeah, sure, let’s do it. I confirm the deal, and then, with a sigh, I put my phone back down on the table in front of me.

  Right as Liam comes bursting through the apartment door. “Okay, first of all, what’s Duke doing on the couch?”

  He raises his eyebrows at Duke, who slinks guiltily into the kitchen.

  “I guess he just likes me better than you,” I say with a shrug, “And speaking of me being better than you…how was your trip to the hotel?”

  I watch his face, waiting for the angry tears of defeat to start pouring down his face, but instead, after a couple of seconds of glaring at me…he laughs. “Yeah, how the fuck did you pull that off?”

  Ugh, he’s trying so hard to play it cool. He’s got his thumbs in his pockets, and he’s leaning up against the door to show me exactly how much it doesn’t bother him.

  But I know it does.

  “Easy. I just called the hotel’s events office and asked the girl who picked up if she wanted free pizza for a year in exchange for giving me the number of the person who was in charge of marketing for Fashion Week, then I just kept doing that until eventually, I talked to someone who had the authority to give me the sponsorship.”

  I look up at Liam and see him yawning. “That’s right,” I say, “Keep pretending not to be mad. It’ll only make outshining you this weekend even easier than it’s already going to be.”

  “You know,” Liam says, “I think there’s something else going on here. All I did was send you one innocent little trash talk text, so why are you so mad? Is the stress getting to you? Because we still haven’t filled that waitress job if you want to come in for an interview.”

  Okay, that does it. Furious, I jump to my feet, trying to look as intimidating as I possibly can in the frilly purple dress I bought a couple hours ago. “I hope you enjoy that little waitress fantasy you keep bringing up, because when I buy Crave and turn it into a museum about how big of a jerk you are, you’re not going to be able to hire anyone. But hey, maybe Anya will let you move in with her.”

  Liam’s eyes instantly light up as I mention Anya’s name. “Wait, hold on, I never told you Anya’s name, or that I was still working with her. Are you jealous because I’m working with Anya?”

  I roll my eyes. “Maybe in your wildest dreams, where I apparently also want to be your obedient little waitress, but no, go ahead, marry Anya, I’m sure she won’t cheat on you like the last couple of girls you tried to date.”

  Liam takes a step towards me, his eyes burning into mine. “Thanks for the relationship advice, but I think I’ll skip it from someone with your Tinder track record.”

  This is getting intense. We’ve been taking a couple steps towards each other with every comeback, and now we’re practically in each other’s faces. “Oh, so we’re doing that now? I’ll take bad dates over cheating partners any day of the week, thank you very much.”

  “You know, maybe you’d have better luck finding someone to fuck you if you weren’t such a Groundhog. Have you tried not being one?”

  “Wow, your hilarious original nickname for me, for the millionth time. I can’t believe the girls you date aren’t staying faithful. It’s a shame, too, because you clearly put all this work into your stupid, panty-destroying body,” I say, stepping closer to him and grabbing his sculpted sides for emphasis and biting my lip as I feel them underneath his shirt, “But no matter how many millions of sit-ups you do, you’re always, always, always going to be Liam Bryce.”

  Liam put his hands on the top of my hips, and brings his face down to mine. “And you’re always going to be Riley the Groundhog.”

  “You’re the worst,” I say, getting on my tiptoes and saying it right in his face, feeling myself pulsing with rage from my shoulders to my knees.

  “I can never be the worst when you’re around,” Liam replies, his mouth so close to mine that our lips brush together.

  I feel like I’m about to go off like a bomb as I look up into Liam’s eyes. I get in his face again, almost headbutting him as our noses and upper lips touch again. “I hate you so much. I hope you realize that. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I—”

  I don’t know which one of us starts it. But as our lips touch for the third time, somebody lunges forward, our mouths join together, and my words are pushed hard back down my throat by a demanding, desperate kiss.

  And my hatred of Liam must have driven me totally insane or something, because…I’m kissing him back. And judging by the pounding, pulsing heat that’s burning through my body as he holds me against his concrete-hard chest, I’m not going to be stopping any time soon.

  He’s still my enemy, though.

  I’m just melting in his arms right now.

  Chapter 17: Liam

  Did Riley just bite my lip?

  Okay, there’s no way she’s getting away with that.

  As punishment for biting me, I smack her curvy ass with the palm of my hand, drawing out a shocked moan from somewhere deep down inside her chest.

  I’m not sure exactly what’s going on right now. Clearly, I’m not in my right mind. But as soon as Riley makes that fucking noise, I know for a fact there’s no going back.

  And that’s why half a second later, Riley’s slung over my shoulder and I’m heading down the hallway to the bedroom.

  “What are you doing?” she asks between heavy, turned-on breaths as I wrap an arm around the back of Riley’s knees.

  “Finishing what you started,” I say, stepping into the room and throwing Riley onto the bed.

  “You started it,” she said, her face neon fucking pink as she stares up at me from the mattress. Her legs are squirming like she’s trying to start a fire between them, and a million expressions flash behind her eyes as she watches me peel my shirt off.

  “You know, now that I think about it,” I say, undoing the buckle of my belt, “There were a couple of times this past week when you were acting like this. So you definitely started it, and I guess I’m just going to have to make you admit it.”

  Biting her lip, she shakes her head, “No I wasn’t. You must have just been fantasizing about me like the pervert you are.”

  Instantly, my hands freeze on the belt buckl
e. My nostrils flare. I look right into Riley’s eyes.

  “I think we should find out who the real pervert is.”

  Then, belt hanging open at the waist of my jeans, I walk over to the three windows that dominate the bedroom wall and pull the blinds down, one by one, until the only light in the room is the setting sun shining through them.

  And once we’re shielded from the outside world, I walk up to the edge of the mattress, reach out, and rest my hand at the very bottom of Riley’s bare thigh, right above her knee.

  “Anything you want to do about this? I’m not moving it unless you do. After all, I’m not a pervert.”

  Riley glares at me, staying still for a couple seconds to try and call my bluff. But the longer my hand presses into her flesh, the more I can feel her heating up.

  And she’s not the only one. My cock feels like it’s about to fucking explode the second I touch her, but I can’t let that stop me from proving my point. If she wants this so bad, she’s going to have to make the next move.

  And at first, Riley’s as stubborn as ever. She crosses her arms, looks down at my hand on her thigh, and swallows hard, trying to look disinterested as she flips me off.

  For almost a whole minute, she holds her ground, which is impressive, except for the fact that she doesn’t take my hand off her skin either.

  Instead, I feel a little quiver in her thighs getting stronger and stronger, matched by Riley’s quickening breathing.

  I look down at my hand again. Now, it’s more like halfway up her thigh, less than an inch below the bottom of her dress. Looks like someone’s been scooting herself closer to my fingers, inch by inch. I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it.

  My eyes dart back up from my hand to Riley’s face, and the second I do, she totally snaps.

  Letting out a horny, frustrated sigh, Riley’s hands shoot out, grab mine, and pull it desperately under her dress.

  I grin as her as she guides me up between her legs towards the source of her heat. “That’s what I thought,” I growl, as she pushes my knuckles hard against her panties and starts grinding herself against them.

  “Who’s the pervert now?”

  Riley doesn’t answer; she’s too focused on the rhythm of my knuckles as she grinds them against the heat between her legs.

  But if she thinks that feels good, she hasn’t felt anything yet.

  As I open my hand beneath Riley’s dress, she gasps as I take back control of my arm. And without falling out of the rhythm she started, my fingers push right into her panties, finding her entrance and filling it all the way up.

  “Nnhh,” Riley exhales through her teeth, which are clamped down on her bottom lip as I push deeper inside her.

  I can’t believe how fucking hard my cock is getting seeing her like this.

  And I thought making her mad was fun.

  Once my fingers are nice and deep inside Riley, I match the rhythm she started me off with. But if I know Riley, and I do, she’s really going to go wild if I give it to her a little faster and a little harder.

  So that’s what I do, finding an especially sensitive spot with the pad of my index finger and pressing on it as I pump in and out, my cock throbbing as I watch Riley squirm. Fuck, I think I could take her all the way with just my fingers if I wanted to; that’s how bad she wants this. But in the meantime, let’s see if I can make her scream.

  To get a better angle, I lower myself onto the mattress, getting on my knees beneath Riley. Then, I place my free hand on her chest, right above her perfect tits, and hold her down exactly where I want her.

  And once I’ve got her completely under my control, I push my thumb right onto her clit.

  Riley lets out a moan that would instantly alert the whole apartment if anyone else was here, a moan that’s halfway to being a scream.

  She bucks her hips up against my fingers, but I hold her in place, rolling my thumb back and forth across her swollen clit and sending her to another fucking planet.

  But you know what? I think Riley might like how it feels if I do this even faster.

  I think she might like it a lot.

  Making sure I have her pinned with my other hand, I grit my teeth and kick my fingers up into another gear, sending Riley into absolute fucking ecstasy. I have her right where I want her, and we both know it.

  And after only a couple seconds of this new rhythm on her clit, Riley fucking explodes, crying out towards the ceiling as she clenches around me, her whole body shuddering with a massive climax.

  And I’m just getting started.

  Grinning at the sight of Riley totally under my control, I let my grip relax for just a second, and as soon as I do, Riley surprises me by shooting up into a sitting position, sliding my fingers out of her as she gets up on her knees and reaches down towards the zipper of my pants.

  “Let’s see how small you really are,” she says, glaring at me like I didn’t just rub her over the edge ten seconds ago and unfastening my jeans with trembling fingers.

  She’s quick to get my zipper down, but not quick enough; before she’s done, I grab the bottom of her dress and force it up her hips, leaving her bottomless as I start to drag the purple fabric up past her ribs and over her head as she lets go of my zipper to lift her arms.

  Then, dressed in nothing but her bra and panties, Riley shoots her hand into my boxers, finding my cock and wrapping her fingers around it as she makes an extremely concerned expression.

  “Ugh, seriously?” she says, her voice a mix of genuine annoyance and barely suppressed arousal, as she runs her hand up my length, “You’re that big? Give me a break.”

  “Not a chance,” I say, lifting Riley’s chin up with one hand as I palm one of her tits with the other. It’s only fair, considering what she’s doing to me right now.

  Riley rolls her eyes, capping her eyeroll with a quiet little moan as my thumb drags across her nipple. Then, she looks right into my eyes.

  “I’m going to bite your dick off,” she says, lowering her head as her thumbs dig into the waistband of my jeans and pull them down my hips, finally freeing my cock.

  And then, after only a couple seconds of freedom, Riley takes its head between her lips, stretching her jaw as she works to fit its thickness into her mouth.

  And holy fucking shit, she actually does. It’s safe to say that this wasn’t what I expected when I decided to drive over here to yell at her, but as Riley pushes her tongue hard up against the underside of the shaft of my cock, I don’t think I can complain.

  So instead, I look down at Riley’s mostly naked body, shocked at how absolutely fucking sexy it looks. And if Riley thinks she can finish me off before I’ve made her perfect fucking body mine in every way imaginable, then she’s got another thing coming.

  She’s not making it easy, though.

  Fuck, how do I get her mouth off my cock before she makes me fill it up? Maybe I should get her to give me one of her little insults that she thinks is so clever. Then, when she pulls her mouth away, I’ll push her back down onto the mattress, spread her legs open, and show her what happens to disobedient couchsurfers who make smart little comments.

  Staring down at Riley, I bring my palm down hard on the flesh of her ass, smacking it as I caress her face with the knuckles of my other hand. I figure that if anything can get Riley to stop sucking my cock, it has to be me spanking her.

  But to my complete fucking shock, her first reaction isn’t to pull away.

  It’s to moan.

  Holy shit, did she like that? Fuck, she’s dirtier than I thought.

  After her initial reaction wears off, Riley growls, raking her teeth against the skin of my cock as she glares up at me with an expression that says ‘no, seriously, I’ll bite your dick off.’

  And fuck, if she keeps that up, she’s going to have a full mouth in about thirty fucking seconds.

  And I can’t let that happen.

  Not before I’ve shown her what the cock that she loves having in her mouth so much can do betwe
en her legs.

  So, summoning all the mental strength I’ve fucking got, I cup Riley’s cheeks with my hands, brace myself, and pull her mouth off of me with one smooth motion.

  “Did you just spank me?” She asks, a look of shock on her face.

  “Yeah,” I say, “And you fucking loved it. But not as much as you’re going to love this.”

  And with that, in one lightning fast motion, I pounce on Riley, pinning her flat on her back beneath my shirtless body, unclasping her bra on the way down. Then, I curl two fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them slowly down her hips before I rip them off her thighs and calves.

  And just like that, with one more quick motion to flick Riley’s unhooked bra off the side of the mattress, she’s completely fucking naked in front of me.

  And this time, I’m the one who snaps.

  I don’t even fucking know how I get my jeans off as fast as I do, sending them into corner of the room while still managing to grab a foil packet from the front pocket before I throw them.

  I also don’t know how I sheathe myself as fast as I do.

  But once I’m ready, nothing can stop me from pouncing on top of Riley, her body pushing against mine as I grip the sides of her hips and slide every last inch of myself inside her.

  And once that happens, it’s like an insane amount of pent-up energy that I didn’t even know I had comes pouring out of me, and I can’t stop myself from pumping my cock into her as hard as I can.

  And Riley thrusts right back, bucking her hips against me with a mix of anger and pure fucking lust as both of us completely lose control. Pinning her up against the mattress with my body, my hands explore her curves, grabbing her ass from behind and angling it upwards to drive myself even deeper inside her.

  There’s something going on in Riley’s head, though. I can see it in her eyes, when she can manage to keep them open. And as my thrusting starts to speed up, Riley smirks…and pushes me hard as I’m on the way up, using my own weight to knock me over onto my back.