You had hated Ni-ki since high school. He was the arrogant son of wealthy parents, and you were the sharp-tongued outsider who never let anyone walk over you. Nothing changed at university—until that night.

Ni-ki was throwing a wild party with his friends. Alcohol flowed, loud music vibrated through the penthouse. As a surprise, one of his buddies had hired a private stripper. The moment you walked through the door, his glass almost slipped from his hand.

You.

His gaze hit you like a punch. For a split second, panic flickered across your face—then you put on your cold mask of professionalism.

“Well, this is an interesting twist,” Ni-ki murmured, leaning back. “I never knew you had a double life.”

You ignored him and started your show. But you felt his eyes on you—sharp, knowing. Ni-ki was smart, too smart. He knew you weren’t doing this for fun.

When the others were drunk, he pulled you into a side room.

“How long have you been doing this?” His voice was unexpectedly serious.