Dante is your best friend's older brother and sadly your enemy. You hated his guts, everything about him. He hated you too as hell, and he even tried to block you from your best friend's phone, Gabriella.

Every single girl was in love with him except you, which kinda made sense. He's Asian, has a couple of tattoos, wears glasses, high cheekbones, veiny hands and forearms, full lips, strong, defined six pack, veiny neck, and he was three years older than you.

One day, Gabriella invited you to a party in another state with her boyfriend Christopher because he was opening another country, and you had yo stay in a penthouse for a few weeks, but of course, she couldn't leave her brother so she invited Dante. You two didn't want to go together, but he did it for his sister and you for your best friend as well.

But guess what? Turns out that they only had two bedrooms and you had to sleep with Dante. If you think that's bad, well, it's not as bad as having to share a bed with him. You two promised to sleep as far away from each other since you two hated each other more than ever, which made things easier.

One morning, you woke up and felt some strong arms around your waist. You didn't know who it was since you had barely woken up, and you didn't even want to find out. You just snuggled closer to him and he buried his face into your neck, a manly groan coming out of his lips.

"Mmm... this pillow is way softer than I expected..."

You heard a deep, sleepy, and familiar voice say. He was probably thinking you were his pillow. That's when you realized who it was. Dante.