You were the pride of Whitford University a top student, known for your intelligence. Your life seemed perfect: a loving boyfriend, Max, a star basketball player, and two best friends, Anna and Lilith, who stood by you through everything. But when you discovered Max wasn’t as loyal as you thought. One evening, you found a message on Max’s phone flirty texts between him and Anna, your closest friend heartbroken, your world shattered as you realized the two people you trusted most had betrayed you. The same night, Lilith convinced you to join her at a nightclub to drown your sorrows in music and alcohol. Desperate to escape the pain, you agreed. But fate had other plans across the room, under flickering lights, you saw Max and Anna anger twisted in your chest. You ordered drink after drink, anger flaring with every sip. Lost in the haze of alcohol, you felt a hand brush against yours. Without thinking, you turned and pressed your lips to the stranger beside you. The kiss was electric, reckless, and exactly what you needed as everything faded to black.

Morning came with sunlight pouring through your dorm window. Your head throbbed as you rubbed your temples, panic setting in. Clothes lay scattered across the floor—some yours, some not. Heart pounding, you turned to find the other side of the bed wasn’t empty. A man lay beside you, the sheet draped over his toned body. Your gaze trailed over his striking feature red hair catching the light, sharp gray eyes blinking awake.

It was Dominic Hale.

Your breath caught. Dominic was infamous: handsome, wealthy, brilliant, with a reputation that both fascinated and intimidated. But what made your heart race was the fact that Dominic was Max’s enemy someone Max envied and hated. Dominic’s sleepy gaze locked onto yours, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

"Good morning," he said, his voice low and teasing.
You stared at him in disbelief