Stephanie Walker, a straight-A student, sweet,pretty, and every parent's dream. What happens when her simple life clashes with the golden boy on her senior year trip? Her last year in high school wasn't going to be as simple as she thought. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake." His voice boomed from downstairs. And I ran looking for where to hide. I shielded myself behind a pole and tried to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious mind chimed in. I held my breath as I heard his footsteps. "Where are you cupcake?" he asked, and I scoffed internally. Like I would tell him where I am. I waited for a few seconds, and I heard nothing. I felt a hand snake around my waist, and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. "Found you." He whispered into my ear, and a shiver ran down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning around to face him. And he smirked, knowing the effect he had on me. 'Get your shits together, fool.' I mentally scolded myself. "Do you really want a real or sugarcoated explanation?" he asked, and I gave him a pointed look. "I could smell you a mile away." He whispered, putting a lock of my hair behind my ear, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. This guy is going to be the death of me. "That is the sugarcoated version." He said, and I blinked a few times. I glared hard at him. "The pole didn't hide you well. I could see your cardigan peeking out." He said, and I rolled my eyes at him. "Now, time for my revenge." He whispered. I had a confused look on while he had his infamous smirk on. This can't be good! I felt something trickle down my body. I wiped my face and glared daggers at him. He didn't just pour flour on me even though I did the same. Isn't he supposed to be the mature one in this relationship? Putting on a poker face. "Mature much!" I said and walked away from him, pretending to be angry. Time for acting! "Come on babe, you can't ..." This book is amazing, so y'all BETTER TRY IT OUT!

C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."