How To Fall For Your Worst Enemy (Book Three): How To Fall For Your Worst Enemy, #3

By Layla Valentine

How do you fall for your worst enemy?
One bitter fantasy, one frustrated glance, and one stolen kiss at a time

Sure, I hate his guts,
But I can't deny that I miss him.
He was the charming college boyfriend,
Who stole my idea and broke my heart.
But that was ten years ago…
I was a different person then,
And hell if I'll let myself get played again.
So what if hearing his voice makes me sick?
We'll let our bodies do the talking.

This is the third book in the How To Fall For Your Worst Enemy series, from Layla Valentine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: May 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201792626

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HOW TO FALL FOR YOUR WORST ENEMY

Book Three

LAYLA VALENTINE

Copyright © 2022 by Layla Valentine

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CONTENTS

1. Braden

2. Toni

3. Toni

4. Toni

5. Toni

6. Braden

7. Toni

8. Braden

9. Toni

10. Braden

11. Toni

Epilogue

CHAPTER 1

BRADEN

Ispluttered at the sudden change of temperature—both in the environment and under my skin—and my eyes shot to the world around us.

When had the afternoon mist become an actual storm? And how the hell had I missed that? I was on the observation deck, for God’s sake!

Of course, I knew exactly how I’d missed it. The view. The dolphins. The otters. And beyond any of that, Toni herself. I’d been too focused on her—and what she was saying, and how she was looking, and what she was seeing—to pay any attention at all to what might have been going on above us.

And now, it seemed, the universe was taking its revenge on me for having been so stupid and sidetracked by a pretty face.

Well, that’s the end of this excursion! I shouted, beginning the struggle that was getting back to my feet in this enclosed space. The crow’s nest was incredibly tiny, and when you took into account the width of my shoulders and my height, getting out of the thing was an incredibly difficult task.

So difficult, in fact, that at one point my shoulders got wedged between the railing and the supporting pole of the thing, and I got well and truly stuck—which sent Toni into gales of laughter.

I shot her a glare as I tried to work myself free.

I don’t find anything about this funny, Toni, I grumbled, jerking my shoulders one way and then another to try to work them free. So, so stupid. I’d been up in this thing hundreds of times and I’d never gotten stuck before. It was the rain. It had got me into such a hurry—partially because I wanted to get Toni out of it—that I hadn’t been paying attention, and had misjudged how much room I had. I also wasn’t used to trying to move around another body. And that had definitely added to the problem.

There were, in the end, plenty of reasons for me getting stuck right then. And none of them made me feel any better about the situation.

Of course I would get stuck right now. Of course I would. I was perfectly capable of doing this gracefully while I was by myself, but bring a pretty girl—and one I’d been in love with at one point—into the picture, and suddenly I was all thumbs. Or all shoulders, as the case may be.

By this time, the girl in question was actually standing up, nearly doubled over in laughter at my antics, and I was ready to die of embarrassment. But I finally got myself free, grabbed her hand, and made for the stairs back down to shelter.

We half-slid, half-ran down the stairs, both of us laughing so hard at the situation that we could barely keep our feet under us, and came to a stumbling stop back in the wheelhouse, dripping on the rug and howling with laughter as we leaned against each other and tried to catch our breath.

I’ve… never been caught… out there in a rainstorm before, I huffed, one hand still holding hers and one to my chest.

Just saving that experience for me? she answered, equally breathless.

I looked down at her, about to come back with some clever answer to that, and then froze as time suddenly slowed around me in that way it sometimes does when something incredibly important is happening.

Because the girl I’d once been in love with was leaning against me, her eyes dancing with laughter and her incredibly pink lips stretched wide in a grin, her hair plastered to her head—and her clothes plastered to her body—thanks to the downpour. And I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything so beguiling in all of my life.

I’d known for some time that Toni was the one I was never going to get over. I’d been too much in love with her to ever forget her, and our breakup had been too abrupt and then too final for me to ever have felt like we were really… finished. One day we’d been best friends, spending every second of every day together, and the next she’d been telling me that she knew what I’d done and that she was finished with me. And then she cut me right out of her life and went on with things like I’d never even been a part of her world.

And now here she was again. Yes, it had started off badly, but now that we were here, staring into each other’s eyes… Well, suffice it to say that I might have known I would never get over her. I had definitely not