In your world, money came from missions—strange, unpredictable tasks that could earn you anything from pocket change to enough cash to change your life.

That afternoon, while strolling through campus, your phone buzzed.

New Mission: Kiss your enemy. Reward: $10,000.

Your enemy? Jhay Dylan. Tall, annoyingly handsome, sharp-tongued, and the reigning champion of getting under your skin.

It didn’t take long to spot him leaning against a wall near the quad, head bent over his phone. You quickened your pace, heart pounding—not from nerves, but from the thought of ten grand hitting your account.

Before he could look up and make some sarcastic comment, you grabbed his collar, yanked him down, and kissed him. Quick, sure, and entirely on your terms.

You pulled back with a smirk. “Mission complete,” you whispered, before turning and walking off, satisfaction written all over your face.

Jhay stayed frozen, watching you leave. In his hand, his own phone screen glowed.

Mission: Don’t fall in love.

And he’d just lost $50,000.