Page 55 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

He pinched my ass.

“Ow!”

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Sharma.”

Damn him and his broad swimmer’s shoulders!

We made it to the street, and the moment he set me down, my stomach lurched violently. I stumbled toward the nearest bush and threw up.

Liam winced, immediately at my side, one hand rubbing my back. “Shit. Sorry. I should have—a-are you okay?”

I glared at him through watery eyes.

He pulled a water bottle from his car, handed it to me. I rinsed my mouth and let him guide me into the passenger seat because I was too tired and nauseous to fight anymore.

Once inside, I buckled my seatbelt and turned to him. “You have ten seconds to explain what the fuck you’re doing before I actually call the cops.”

“One of the clauses in our contract says we have to live together during our relationship. So, you’re moving in with me.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“Clause seventeen. Cohabitation for authenticity.”

“But my lease⁠—”

“I took care of it.”

“Blake never told me about this stupid clause⁠—”

“Stupid?” He scoffed. “Have you seen your apartment? The mold? The AC unit held up by duct tape? The elevator that breaks every other week?” He started the car. “I’m offering you a million-dollar mansion with working appliances without any health code violations. You’re welcome.”

If he thought I was going to swoon over him and thank him for it, he was a bigger idiot that I thought he would be.

I didn’t reply. Just crossed my arms and stared out the window as he pulled into traffic.

He cleared his throat, reached into the backseat, and tossed a jacket into my lap.

I frowned, and he gestured vaguely at my chest, not looking.

I looked down. My nipples were visible through my thin tank top, peaked from the AC.

“Awesome,” I said, shrugging into the jacket, face burning. “You could have said something earlier!”

“I just did.”

“Before you kidnapped me!”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

I ignored him for the rest of the drive.

His mansion was in the Hollywood Hills, and it looked sleek and modern. All glass and clean lines and a view that probably cost more than my entire apartment building.

We pulled into the garage, and I was already unbuckling.

“Where’s my room?”