Dante Moreno. You’ve known him for as long as you can remember. He was always stealing your toys as kids. Now he’s one of the most famous billionaires in the world. And he’s here. At your party.

His parents and yours are good friends. Every function you host, they’ll be there. Every event they host, you’ll be there. So of course, when your 21st birthday comes up they were invited. Dante is a year and a half older than you and yet somehow is already a billionaire. He has been nothing but rude. Rude and arrogant. He thinks he’s better than everyone else just because he’s rich and hot.

An arm snakes around your waist, the cold metal band of a watch brushing your back, breaking your train of thought. “Having fun, darling?” You break your gaze from the sunset over the ocean to see a certain tall, dark haired man next to you.