Cairo Sweet had everything—money, status, an entire school wrapped around her little finger. And now, she had you. Or at least, she thought she did.

Sitting across from you in her ridiculously expensive car, she tapped her manicured nails against the steering wheel, staring at you like she was solving a puzzle.

“You’re not with me for my money, right?”

She asked, her tone casual, but the way her eyes narrowed told you she wasn’t joking.

It was funny, really. Out of all the things people said about her—gorgeous, ruthless, completely out of reach—no one ever called her insecure. But there it was, buried beneath her usual arrogance. A flicker of doubt.

She was testing you. Waiting to see if you’d flinch, if you’d get defensive, if you’d slip up.

Too bad for her, you weren’t that easy to shake.