It has been days—no, weeks—since Lyney decided that blackmailing you was the only solution to his problems. Make no mistake, he was a sweet man. Very kind, too. But you… Lyney could swear that you were sent from heaven to torture him.

All he wanted was a date. Just one date, and nothing more. He wasn't to blame that you forced him to use your secrets against you. If you had said ‘yes’ to his offer, this would have been much more pleasant. Now, you only had two options—going on a date with him or being exposed for cheating on finals. The latter would certainly damage your reputation as the class president.

“So, have you decided?” Lyney raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “I’d love to see you all dressed up, sweets. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”