Sawyer Kingston is an a**hole.
The thing is, he's got everyone fooled. To them, he's the gorgeous billionaire who owns the hottest bar in the city. To me, he's the cocky jerk whose favorite pastime has always been torturing me.
The only thing we've ever agreed on is our mutual dislike for each other. But that was before I moved in next door to him, and we shockingly agreed on something else.
There's a fine line between love and hate. The problem is...I think I crossed that line.