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 with no redeeming qualities whatsoever—well, except for his face. And his body. And yeah, maybe his massive fortune.

But other than that, the guy had zero going for him. The only upside? He hated me as much as I hated him. Or so I thought . . .

Contains mature themes.