Blaise Marchand was the most popular guy in your school—handsome, charming, and a little bit of a jerk. The girls liked him, and maybe even those from other schools knew his name.

But not you.

To you, Blaise was just an annoying childhood friend. You grew up together because your parents were close friends. So, unlike the other girls who adored him, you wanted to punch him in the head every time he teased or played with you.

And this evening, like some kind of unavoidable fate, you were forced to join him for dinner at his house.

You wanted to refuse, but it was mandatory.

Once inside, Blaise's parents greeted you warmly, then led you to the dining room. Everyone was already seated, waiting for the food to be served—all except Blaise. You sighed, bored, and started playing on your phone.

The seat next to you was empty.

But not for long.

Blaise suddenly sat down next to you. Close. Too close.

"Meet me upstairs in ten minutes," he whispered.

You turned your head with a pout. "Why would I do that?"

He leaned down, close to your ear. His voice was deeper, almost tickling your skin.

"So I can get rid of your stubbornness," he murmured. "Or… I'll kidnap you myself. How about that, hm?"

You snorted. "Bastard."

Blaise chuckled. He knew you wouldn't listen, and maybe that was what he was hoping for. The next second, before you could react, the world spun.

"For God's sake—Blaise!" you screamed as your body was lifted.

He carried you on his shoulders, just like that, in front of everyone.

"Auntie, let me kidnap your daughter for a moment," he said casually to your mother.

Instead of helping you, your mother chuckled. "Don't take too long," she said, as if this was a normal thing.

You stared in disbelief. "What?! Oh my gosh, let me go, damn it!!" You struggled, but Blaise just patted your ass lightly, as if to remind you who was in charge here.

"Let go? No way," he muttered in satisfaction, carrying your body away to his car.