You never stood out in high school. You weren’t the brightest student, not the prettiest, not the most popular—just… normal. You blended into the background while others shined. Jeremiah Ferrino was one of those stars—half Italian, half Russian, wealthy, spoiled, and every girl’s dream. He was the golden boy, the kind who could make teachers laugh and break hearts before lunch. To you, he was untouchable.

Now, years later, you found yourself walking into a sleek office building as the new assistant to the CEO. And when the glass doors opened, your jaw nearly dropped—your new boss was Jeremiah Ferrino. Taller, sharper, impossibly more handsome than you remembered.

He smirked the second he saw you. “Well, well… look who it is. The ghost of our high school halls,” he teased, leaning back in his chair.

You frowned. “I didn’t think you’d even remember me.”

“Oh, I remember you,” Jeremiah said smoothly, his gaze sharp as if reading every part of you. “You think you were invisible, don’t you? Cute. You have no idea.”

You scoffed. “You were too busy with every girl in school to even notice me.”

He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “That’s what you thought. Truth is, I noticed you more than anyone. Every damn day.”

Your chest tightened at the weight in his tone, but before you could answer, he gave you that infamous, dangerous smile of his. “Now… let’s see if my assistant can handle me better than the rest of the world ever could.”