After a late night fight between Alex Summers and her ex goes terribly wrong, her parents ship her off to spend a stress-free summer in Los Angeles. But the second she steps off the plane, Alex stumbles into California bad boy Elias King, a too-hot...
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Elias
My dick broke.
No joke. I stayed up half the night just trying to fix it.
Do you know how hard it is to stream porn on shitty hospital WiFi?
Even if I could've, it wouldn't have mattered much 'cause my family jewels had died and gone to hell sometime between that Kai kid running me over and now.
If after everything, that fashion-forward-freak ruined my chances at getting laid, I'd kill him. Quote me.
I mean, what self-respecting seventeen-year-old guy lets a girl as hot as Nikki Ross get in his pants and can't even make it half-mast?
This guy.
She and I have history—dirty, raunchy, X-rated history, and I've never had a problem before last night. Ever. She said it might have been the morphine—that my body was too drugged out to do what it normally does and that I'd be fine in a few hours. But it had been more than a few hours, about twelve and a half, and I was stiller than a dead fish downstairs.
Maybe I was dying. Scratch that—this was worse than dying.
"How's my favorite patient?"
Oh, no.
"Hi, Stacey."
She smiled wide enough to split her mouth in half. Her lips were definitely redder than they were yesterday. Was that lipstick? What kind of nurse shows up at six o'clock in the morning wearing joker-red lipstick?
"How are you feeling, Eli?"
Eli?
Nobody called me Eli except a short list of people I actually gave a shit about—and Stacey wasn't one of them. How she'd gone from not knowing what to call me, to using my last name, to dropping my first name, to this was beyond me. Either way, I didn't like it.
"Call me Elias or Mr. King. The whole Eli thing is a little weird."
She walked over to the side of my bed and put her hand on my shoulder. Why was her hand on my shoulder?
"Oh, okay. I just thought that after last night things would be different—"
Nothing happened last night.
At least, I think nothing happened. After Nikki unintentionally destroyed my self-confidence, I spent two hours googling Kim Kardashian to try to fix my "problem", and when that didn't work, I passed out. Nurse Nut Job was delusional.
