To Hate Adam Connor

Meet Adam Connor: a global superstar whose body is a one-way ticket to sin. I never meant to become his fan, honestly! I just happened to watch him work out through the fence for a little too long one day — who could resist a view like that? Then I decided to be a good neighbor and brought him some cookies.
Instead of saying “thank you,” this sarcastic prince called the cops. My list of achievements now includes a night at the police station, shattered illusions, and a genuine hatred for Mr. Perfect. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. The harder I try to stay away from him, the more often we end up together. His voice drives me crazy, and his kisses make me forget all common sense. Can we write our own story when ours began so disastrously?