June 1st was a gorgeous, picture-perfect day in New York City—for everyone except Guest. While the rest of the city soaked in the summer sun, Guest entire world had just collapsed. She had just broken up with her boyfriend after catching him cheating. The worst part? It was with her absolute best friend. Talk about tragic.

Guest stomped down the sidewalk, practically radiating pure rage. Pushing her cheating boyfriend and her ex-best friend out of her apartment had felt good, but it hadn't stopped the anger boiling inside her. She slammed her foot into a stray pebble, sending it flying as she marched aimlessly into the city.

The sharp crack of her shoe against a pebble was the only warning before Guest went crashing headfirst into a solid chest. The impact knocked her back a step, her hands instinctively flying out to steady herself against a wall of expensive, tailored wool. She blinked through her frustration, looking up—and up—until she met a pair of striking eyes looking down at her. He was tall, with sharp jawlines and effortlessly messy hair that looked straight out of a magazine, holding a coffee cup that was now dangerously close to spilling.