Revenge is sometimes best served . . . in bed
When Lacey Mason was six-years-old, her family moved to the Hamptons. A beautiful location, for sure, but not much fun when you’re the only kid in the area. When Lacey stumbles upon her next door neighbor, Luke Drake, on the beach it is instant friendship. For the next four years they spent almost every waking hour together. But just as summer inevitably turns to fall, all good things must end. When Lacey’s family sells their house and leaves the Hamptons, the pair vow to always stay in touch. But a dramatic meeting when they are teens leaves their friendship in tatters and Lacey’s heart broken. Fast forward seven years, and 22-year-old Lacey returns to the Hamptons. During a night out partying, who does she run into? Luke Drake. The only thing is Luke doesn’t recognize her. At first, Lacey thinks it’s hilarious—a case of karma finally catching up with the golden boy—but then she realizes that all the feelings she’s buried for so long aren’t going to stay buried . . . especially when she and Luke are thrown together by internships at their family run company, Drake-Mason Pharma.
Luke Drake wants to be anywhere but the Hamptons, and he certainly doesn’t want to be interning at his dad’s company. Luke’s got a secret plan: make enough money to break away from his controlling father and strike out on his own. Then one night he sees a girl at a club, and after an incredible night together, he discovers that the mystery girl is his childhood friend: Lacey Mason. He knows what he did to her when they were teenagers was wrong and is determined to spend the summer showing Lacey that he’s changed . . . and that they belong together.
However, family secrets, including the one that ended their friendship in the first place, may prove to be too much, and Lacey may not be willing to let Luke break out of the friendzone.
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About May Lynn:
May Lynn is the author of the Wattpad Paid Stories hit, Breaking the Friendzone. Her love of pharmacy, romance, and mystery led to her writing this breakthrough story, which now holds over five million reads on the platform. May grew up in the Dubuque, Iowa, area and now resides with her husband and their dog in a nearby lake town. When not writing on Wattpad, she enjoys reading, concerts, cooking, and time with family.
EXCERPT
“What do you want?” The brunette asked. Her annoyance was
blunt and like acid churning in my stomach. She made a point to
look anywhere but in my direction.
Not a good start.
Needing a change in attitude, I shifted my attention elsewhere.
“Who’s your new friend, Rach?” I asked.
“Huh?” Multiple glances were exchanged between Rachel and
the girl I was determined to win over. “Is he serious?” she asked
Justin. “He has to be joking.”
“I’m not? And that didn’t answer my question. What’s your
name, pretty girl?”
“What did you call me?” she asked, bewildered, as her head
snapped upward. Finally. I had caught her attention.
“Pretty girl,” I repeated and offered my hand. “I promise I
meant it as a compliment. I’m Luke.”
She stared at my hand like I was going to bite her if she took
- Justin and Rachel were laughing behind me, and this girl’s smile
twitched like she might join them. The smile was a good sign. I
was getting somewhere. She was a ten. With that smile, an eleven.
I grinned to play along. “So, about that name . . .”
Her infectious laugh returned. Her head shook no. If she was
friends with Rachel, I would get her name, eventually. Rachel
didn’t live that far from my father’s place.
“Fine.” I kept my hand extended. “I don’t need a name to dance
with you.”
She turned to Rachel, bursting with more laughter. “This is
actually happening. This has made the entire night worth it. This is
really happening, right?”
Rachel, equally enthused to the point of tears, nodded yes.
Well, I had made their night. I wasn’t claiming victory yet, but it
was a step in the right direction. She was amused, at the very least.
“Does that mean I get your name?”
“No. It doesn’t.” She looked up at me, finally giving me more
than well-deserved eye contact.
The connection made my chest expand, followed by a feeling
of déjà vu. She swallowed hard—she was feeling it too. Not only
did she seem familiar but the entire conversation did.
