Hate At First Sight

HATE AT FIRST SIGHT MICKEY MILLER Copyright © 2023 by Miller Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. To all the mamacitas out there who have helped someone repair their broken heart… This one’s for you CONTENTS Preface Prologue 1. Amelia 2. Amelia 3. Jack 4. Amelia 5. Jack 6. Amelia 7. Jack 8. Amelia 9. Amelia 10. Jack 11. Jack 12. Amelia 13. Amelia 14. Amelia 15. Jack 16. Amelia 17. Amelia 18. Amelia 19. Amelia 20. Amelia 21. Jack 22. Amelia 23. Jack 24. Amelia Epilogue Afterword The Lying Game - Preview PREFACE Warning: This book contains very hot, spicy scenes that may trigger some readers. Happy Reading! PROLOGUE She broke my heart, so I jumped on a plane It was all that I could do to keep from going insane I found myself in Costa Rica I was drinkin’ Tequila At a beach side bar I found a little mamacita She smelled so sweet, with rum on her cheeks Her blonde hair blowin’ in the ocean breeze I said, ‘She broke my heart, now I’m here with you.’ So tell me Pretty Woman what we gonna do? 1 AMELIA As the Uber pulls up to my office building in the loop in downtown Chicago, my mouth curves in a wide smile when I get the text from him. Jansen: Hey. Hope all is well. I laugh that Jansen is texting me now. It really, truly is the law of exes in action. The less you think about them, the more they try to get back under your skin. It’s December, cold and wintery, and that’s exactly how I feel toward my ex-boyfriend now. I’m not a petty person. But something in me feels off that he’s sending me a text like this. I won’t call what I’m feeling anger, exactly. But what am I even supposed to say to the guy I dated for five years, loved deeply, and wished had the balls to propose but he didn’t? I’ve heard it said that the child in us just wants unconditional love, the teenager in us wants revenge, and the adult wants your ex to be happy. So, something like that is how I’m feeling. Jansen must have noticed my glow up in the past month since our breakup. All it took was a few weeks in the gym, a weekend trip to Florida with my sister, and an insta post with a slightly more provocative getup than normal. My sister is awesome at those angles. Chalk it up to being single for so long. In any case, I ignore Jansen’s message because I’ve got much bigger fish to fry today. I’ve been working at Wellington Media for half a decade and I'm convinced that today is the day I'll finally get the promotion I've been working so hard for. All the signs point to it. I orchestrated bringing in our top client of the year, who is slated to pay us millions over the next few years. I came up with our new content strategy in the post blog world. I straighten my blazer and make sure my hair is in place before stepping out of the car. Before I head in, I text my little sister, Nora, a picture of my outfit for the day using the big reflective window outside as my mirror. I've decided to add a touch of color to my usual black, simple outfit. I want to show my boss that I'm ready for the next step in my career. And I want to do it with some flair, so I’ve got on a blue, neck high halter dress. It’s not revealing, necessarily--it covers my curvy body--but definitely accentuates certain places. You could call it a post glow-up dress. Nora texts me back almost instantly after I send her the pic. Nora: You’re going to CRUSH it girl!! Get that promotion! Amelia: Thanks!!! Celebration later? Nora: I’ll bring the wine you bring the promotion As I walk through the front doors of the building, I can feel the usual energy of the day. Everyone seems to be rushing around, preparing for meetings. I get into the elevator and press the button for floor thirty-three—two floors from the top. Before the doors can close, a tall man in a fitted suit steps in, then moves to the other side of the elevator to be as far as possible from me. I feel like I have cooties or something. I steal a glance at him. He’s tall and handsome with blue-grey eyes, dark hair and long eyelashes. Why does he look so familiar? That’s when it hits me. He’s the CEO. My heart starts to race. I’ve heard so much about Jack Wellington, but I’ve never actually seen him in person. He looks so serious, and his furrowed brow gives him a grumpy look. But despite that, I can’t help but feel drawn to him. Maybe it’s his commanding presence, or the way he carries himself with such confidence. I clear my throat, trying to sound confident myself. “Hello,” I say, hoping to break the awkward silence between us. He turns to me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. “Hello,” he replies in a deep, velvety voice. “You work in this building?” I nod, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Yes, on the 33rd floor.” He nods in acknowledgment, but doesn’t say anything more. The rest of the ride is silent, and I can’t help but steal glances at him every now and then. There’s just something about him that’s so intriguing, so alluring. Not to mention his piney, sandalwood scent. It’s so masculine. With his dimples and chiseled jaw he seems like more of a savage than a man who belongs in a suit. As we