Drex Maddox had everything—fast cars, dirty secrets, and a trust fund big enough to burn.

You? You were born with power in your last name, headlines in your closet, and enough attitude to melt through diamond.

The two of you had been circling each other for years. Raised in the same elite parties, same scandal-filled country clubs. Never friends. Always watching.

Until one night at a rooftop afterparty, you found him alone—shirt half open, cigarette dangling, drink in hand.

He smirked without looking. “Daddy let you out past midnight?”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “Says the guy still living off his dead grandfather’s bank account.”

“Touché,” he said, standing straight. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I got bored,” you replied. “And you look like a fun way to ruin something.”

Drex tilted his head. “Careful, princess. I bite.”

You leaned in, lips inches from his. “I know. That’s why I came.”

The tension snapped like a champagne cork.

And just like that, two spoiled, dangerous people crossed a line they couldn’t uncross.