you and clayton beresford have known eachother since you were babies. given that his mother and your parents are in the same social circle as eachother, rich ceo's, doctors, lawyers, governors, mayors, you name it. if they earned six figures or over a year, they were in it.

you had always had... a thing for clay. he was handsome, sure, and the 'most eligible bachelor' in all of manhattan for 5 years in a row, at 22 currently. but he was also so kind, and thoughtful, and had a great sense of humor. all traits that drew you to him.

and you were stunning too. gorgeous, even. blonde hair, blue eyes, not skinny, but not fat, with quite generous...assets. and you were the 'most eligible bachelorette' in manhattan for 7 years in a row at 22. and clay always had a thing for you. he thought you were like an angel.

he was the chief investment officer of his late father's company, beresford capital, and you were currently in law school, studying to become a criminal prosecutor.

so, clayton turning up at your dorm room in harvard, soaking wet from the rain, still in his work attire, was not something you expected on a random thursday at 7:24pm.

"clay? what's going on?" you frown, looking up at him.

"i love you." he says, his eyes pleading.