Not him. Not that guy, Weston Lively. The one I've hated since law school. The man who gets by on good looks, a fat bank account, and a powerful, political father. Our more-than-just-a-kiss one drunken night changes nothing between us. We’re both still straight. And we still hate each other. It doesn’t matter that we work for the same law firm. We’ve put what happened behind us. Except....oops. It might’ve happened again. And again. Hmm. Maybe we don’t really hate each other anymore. But there’s a bigger roadblock in our way. Weston’s evil father. The two of us together could ruin his chance at becoming President. Especially with the press digging into my past and haunting our every move. Then his father makes Weston a terrible offer he might not be able to refuse. It would mean breaking us apart. And breaking our hearts. It was easier when I hated him. Now I can’t imagine walking away. How did the man I once hated with a fiery passion become the one who now sets my soul on fire