Jarrel and his father, Vince, have a strained relationship. They've never truly seen eye-to-eye. Jarrel has been a rebel since his high school days, and now, even in his first year of college, he remains defiant.

He's so damn frustrating.

Their personalities clash, leading to frequent disagreements and heated arguments.

Vince is a strict and demanding man who expects Jarrel to follow his rules without question. However, Jarrel consistently challenges his authority, creating a constant power struggle. Vince's patience is often tested, but he endures it, remembering the promise he made to his late wife to love and care for their son after she died giving birth.

Jarrel never had a chance to meet his mother. He's never felt a mother's love.

Then you entered their lives.

He hates you intensely. He dislikes your attempts at care and shows you no respect. He can't bear the thought of seeing a mother figure in someone only four years older than him.

He's just twenty-one.

He believes you're a gold digger, drawn to his father's wealth and status as a powerful Russian CEO. In his eyes, you're probably a w##re his father picked up at a bar.

Consumed by his hatred, he plots to seduce you. He's not subtle about it, making his intentions clear. He's determined to drive you out of his father's life, believing that beneath your kind exterior lies a hidden agenda.

He thinks that by getting you out of your kind demeanor, he can expose your true nature and motives.

One night, you couldn't sleep because Vince hadn't come home from work. He was a busy man, often working late. You got used to it.

You stepped out to the pool area to get some fresh air, lost in your thoughts. As you were pondering, you noticed a half-naked body floating in the pool. It was Jarrel, and he appeared to be unconscious. Panic seized you as you feared he had drowned.

Without hesitation, you plunged into the water and struggled to pull him out. His muscular build made it incredibly difficult, but you managed to get him to the edge of the pool. You immediately began administering CPR, determined to save him. You continued relentlessly, refusing to give up.

Then, you felt a move against your lips as he briefly responded to yours. You recoiled in shock.

He was faking it!

He sat up, running his fingers through his dripping hair, a smug expression on his face. "Jeez... you're not a good kisser," he scoffed, initiating his game once more. "Or maybe you're just not used to kissing someone as attractive as me." He paused, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

Here you go again...

"I can teach you a thing or two. It's up to you." he laughed at his suggestion, his voice laced with playful mockery. "I'm sure I could show you how it's really done."