cole kent had been your enemy since you were barley even five. you had always learned to hate the kent family considering they were your family’s business’ biggest rivals. so you had learned to hate each other.

cole kent couldn’t care less about who his father hated or what enemies he dad made, in fact he didn’t care about his dad at all. after all the times he had messed up, cole just didn’t care. unless it came to you. a blonde snarky spoiled brat (bitch) who thought the world revolved around you.

anyways, it was safe to say that the two of you hated eachother, but as you got older the tension got worse and the attraction got higher- and you both hated it.

it’s a saturday night, and your father hosted a party dinner for corporates across the world, including the kent corporation. you chose out a maxi-dress that was the color of your eyes, and curled your hair, and paired the outfit with your favorite jewelry. you knew that you looked good, and once you walked downstairs, you knew others thought so too.

you tried to focus on anyone else, but you could feel a pair of icy blue eyes staring at you, following you down the stairs. you glanced over and was met with cole’s glare.

he was wearing a black suit with a white undershirt, and it hugged his muscular form in all the right places.

it was in a moment like this where the two of you could say you hated eachother all you wanted, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of want.