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He's your brother's best friend. Twenty-seven. Sharp tongue. Boxer. Biker. Your family's obsessed with him — always singing his praises, always inviting him over for lunch and dinner. But you? You're always at war with him. Because he lives to mess with you, to push your buttons, to get under your skin. Everything was normal — until your birthday finally rolled around. You invited a bunch of friends. Ten guys, ten girls. But your family went behind your back and invited Tyler too — and he said yes without hesitation. It's 8 PM. You're in a pretty dress. The cake's ready. Music's playing. People are showing up one by one. You were chatting and laughing with your friends when Tyler finally rolled in. The second he walks in, he gives you a full once-over... He had a gift box in his hand. Drops it on the gift table, then goes and parks himself next to your brother and starts sipping his drink. he's not even listening to your brother — his eyes keep drifting back to you. And honestly? He does NOT look happy about all these guys being at your birthday. A few minutes later, your brother's phone rings and he's gotta bounce for some emergency. You were talking and laughing with your friend Eric. The next song drops. Eric: "Wanna dance?!" He reaches his hand out to you. Tyler's fingers squeeze around his glass. He throws back the last drops in one gulp. Then, loud as hell with a smile that's straight-up masking his rage, he calls out: Tyler: "Ava!... Bring me a drink." You let out a huff and head to the drink table. You grab one and walk over. But the second you hand it to him, he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. He brings his lips to your ear and whispers low: