CHAPTER 1
Natalia
Ihate his face.
He’s disgustingly handsome. Handsome enough for both of my fathers to fall head over heels if I ever brought him home to them—which I’ll never do.
Rowan is the kind of guy you see in a movie, or modeling for Calvin Klein, or a cologne. The point is, he’s hot. His hair is blond but more golden, a shade I think most people have to dye their hair to achieve.
Or maybe he does dye his hair.
I’m going to tell people that.
“Natalia!”
I gasp. “What?”
“You got something right…” Lana points to the corner of her mouth with her finger.
I go to wipe my mouth and she laughs. Rolling my eyes, I hiss, “I hate you.”
She smiles as Isabelle says, “You know, I think he has a crush on you too, by the way.”
“He doesn’t.” He couldn’t.
“Aha!” Isabelle exclaims, her finger in my face. “Youdidn’t deny having a crush.”
“You can’t have a crush on yoursworn enemy.”
Lana gapes. “Of course you can. It’s the hottest kind of crush.”
“He also isn’t yoursworn enemy,” Isabelle laughs. “You’re so dramatic.”
I snarl at her.
Rowan Asher is the devil. All he does is tease and poke at me like he’s trying to flirt. He comes into my bakery twice a day and orders the same stupid things, smirks, and sarcastically tells me what else I should try baking because I’d make it well. It infuriates me.
And he has the playboy look. You know, the one where he obviously knows he’s attractive and uses it to his advantage. It makes me sick, and it makes me wonder why anyone would ever try to sleep with him.
“He isn’t hot.”Yes, he is.
“Yes he is,” Isabelle disagrees. Everyone disagrees. It’s annoying.
“Shut up,” I groan.
I don’t know why I hate him, not completely anyway. Maybe it’s because he’s just so…nice.And I don’t understand why he’s nice tome.
Lana points her finger at me. “Be nice, it’s her birthday.”
“Exactly! Let’s go sing Happy Birthday to me; I want to try your cake.”
“It’s strawberry with?—”
“Nope.” Isa stands and smooths out her dress. “I said I wanted to be surprised!”
Following Isabelle’s orders, we gather at the pastry table I set up— everything freshly baked by me. Isa sits behind it and Nico lights the candles, her brother Luca giving him a side-eye when he does.
I take out my phone for pictures and videos, and a shoulder lightly bumps mine. My lip curls and I look up at the ridiculously tall, beautiful demon, but he only grins down at me.
