♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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Kenny takes a step back and cocks his head to the side, studying the hoodie spread on the table in his cramped office.
"See? I told you Hill Cottage would look better on the front."
"That's because of the font and your design. You managed to make it look trendy," I say. My fingertips run over the soft black material, and images of people wearing the garment inundate my mind. It's a bit of wishful thinking because we haven't sold anything yet, but who's heartless enough to leave kids without Christmas gifts and warm clothes?
Lots of people, but I ban the ugly truth from my mind, hoping those willing to help outnumber those who don't care.
"Take the brochures," Kenny says. "And the hoodie in case someone wants to see the quality before purchasing."
I grab the colorful glossy pages from the table and carefully put them in my purse. "Done. Thank you. You're the best."
He pulls me into a one-armed hug, smiling. "The merit is yours because you came up with the idea. Plus, I have a soft spot for those kids. I'll help you more once I hire an assistant."
"About time. You work too much."
Kenny raises his brows, and I punch his stomach lightly. "Don't."
"I wasn't going to say anything." He sighs, releasing me, and snatches the hoodie from the table. My eyes don't stray from Kenny's deft hands as he folds it and shoves it into a paper bag. He's the male Marie Kondo. If the guy made videos of himself folding stuff, he'd be able to hire three assistants instead of one or open a bunch of stores.
"Done," Kenny says, handing me the bag. "Tell me if people like it, okay?"
"They'll love it. You're amazing."
That he smirks and wiggles his brows means nothing - Kenny is the king of self-doubt despite his achievements, although his perfectionism and modesty might be why he got where he is today.
"Any plans for tonight?" he asks.
"I'm going to see Dr. Jennings. And I still have a couple of boxes to unpack."
"Are you sure about living there? You could've stayed with me. I'd be happy."
His voice is laced with concern, and he'd freak out way more if he knew I agreed to live with a guy who didn't treat me in the best of ways, but I'm not eighteen anymore. It's not Kenny's job to protect me. He'll sleep better thinking Sebastian is my friend, or so I hope.
"I'll be okay," I say, hoping I sound confident. "The apartment is close to campus, and my bedroom is big."
Kenny shrugs. "Alright. I just wanted you to know you can count on me."
"I know I can," I say.
I also wouldn't forget there was a time I couldn't count on anyone but him.
