Zane Bennington, he was the guy who’d been making my life miserable for weeks. He was a prick. A jerk. A stone-cold ruthless bastard without redeeming characteristics whatsoever-well, except for his face. And his body. And yeah, maybe his substantial fortune.

But besides that, the guy had zero choosing him. The just upside? He hated me as much as I hated him. Or so I thought .

Contains mature themes.