1.Hate-screw my high school nemesis.

2.Remember to hate him.

3.Prove my brother wrong.

It ought to be easy. It isn’t.

As who owns Pick-A-D*ck, New Orleans’ top hook-up website, my job is simple. Connect two different people for the no-strings, no-expectations hook-up. The plus for my customers is definitely that I’m the main one who gets to sift through the d*ck pics-except this time, they’re required.

My problem? My brother, co-owner of Pick-A-D*ck’s sister dating website, doesn’t believe it is possible to hook up about The Hook-Up Experiment with someone three times rather than fall in appreciate.

I disagree. I know it is possible. And my disagreement is strictly how I find yourself reconnected with my senior high school nemesis, Elliott Sloane. The guy who asked me to junior prom and stood me up. Who egged my car when I declined him, and confident my senior homecoming time to ghost me.

It should be simple to hate-screw him. Only if he was still see your face, rather than a hot-as-hell single dad, working being a builder to create ends’ meet, fighting for custody of his girl.

Three hook-ups. One outcome. Right?

Contains mature themes.