When good meets really, really, really bad.
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Daniel Harper is down on his luck as he struggles to pay for his sophomore year at NYU. After a failed attempt at selling drugs, he gets offered a deal too good to be true: Date the heir to the Vitt...
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DANIEL HARPER
Today’s French class was a pain in the ass. I had to recite a page of Romeo and Juliet from English to French in front of the whole class. I thought I was gonna piss myself but the thing about speaking in French is it’s mostly tongue. You just gotta pronounce half the letters.
It had been three days since I went on a date with Lucien Vittori. And three days since Sylvester Vittori threatened to kill my only family left unless I agreed to date Lucien again. I haven’t heard back yet.
I’ve been looking at my phone every five minutes, waiting for any updates. At least my tuition is paid off. I told my aunt that I got a generous donor from one of my friends. My aunt insisted she thank this friend. Now Angie is expecting a knitted sweater from my aunt in a few days.
It truly was a shame that Lucien, as much of a jerk he it, is hot. Like an artist who makes great music being a horrible person. If he wasn't so atrocious, he'd be husband material.
But it's always a red flag when an attractive person is single. Either they're a player, or they've got a few loose screws in their head.
I walked out of class and made my way to the quad. I had nothing planned for the rest of the day, meaning I was free to either go explore more of NYC or see if anything was happening on campus.
However, I stopped in my tracks when I saw who was in front of me. I froze, not expecting to see this person.
“Lucien…” I muttered out. He was a few feet away from me. There was a sexy man, leaning against his car and wearing a tight fitting suit. He was too encased in his phone to look up. Everytime a girl passed by him, they would stare at the tall hunk. And every guy that passed him would have their masculinity threatened.
And Luien didn’t notice. Or, maybe he did. But he didn’t care because he’s probably used to it.
I wanted to run away or maybe hide myself. I could sneak back into the building and hide however long I have to. Maybe a car could come crashing and I’d be forced to go to a hospital. Anything to avoid him.
But Lucien’s eyes looked up from his phone, his deep, terrifying eyes pierced into me. I gulped harshly. Lucien began his walk towards me. Every step I felt caused the ground to shake.
His eyes scanned my body. I wore a loose fitting sweater and gray sweatpants. Not the most flattering outfit. But Lucien seemed to not care about that.
“I’ve been looking for you, Danny Boy.” His deep voice said. The same deep voice that has haunted my nightmares for the past few days. The voice that sends chills down my spine.
