Love and hate. There's a fine line between them, and Nate and Leila have tested it for far too long. Nate has always tried to mask the depth of his feelings for Leila for one reason-she's his little sister's best friend and a royal pain in his ass. Leila always looked up to Nate until he became someone she wanted nothing to do with-the rich, entitled elite. If they only knew their love-hate relationship was just the beginnings of their problems. "Says the Whore of Babylon," Nate ground out. "I'm not a whore," Leila spat. "I'm...relationship challenged." "Meaning?" "Meaning that I don't waste my time on one man if I know off the bat that he and I won't work," Leila drawled, irritated. "Maybe if you gave them more than one night you'd find you were acting too hastily. Or possibly date them before f***ing them. How novel an idea that is, eh?" "Why does my sex life interest you so much?" Leila asked. "Is yours so dull that you have to snoop around mine to live vicariously through me, or do you simply enjoy demeaning women for sport? Perhaps that's why all your ex-girlfriends left you. Or maybe because your d**k's minuscule compared to your inflated ego." "At least I'm not a gaping crevasse threatening to suck in the population of the Bay Area with the gravitational pull your cavernous p***y maintains. I'm a bit concerned at my proximity to it, to be honest." "I'm done with this bulls**t." Leila slammed her drink down on the nearest flat surface before heading toward the door of the sitting room.