The Golden Boys
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Zara Caddel moves every year due her father's busy schedule as CEO of Caddel Enterprises. She begins her first day at Providence Academy, reuniting with old childhood friends and quickly becoming the center of attention. Zara starts to understand the social system there and learns about the Golden Boys. The four boys that run the school: Kenji Hirayama, Enzo D'Angelo, Damien Williams, and Andrei Lykaios. Zara has known these boys her entire life, but how well does she know them? Old secrets are revealed, lovers quarrel, and lots of witty fights. Zara doesn't know what she's about to get herself into. Not even the Golden Boys understand what's about to happen.
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"Was it really necessary to beat him up?"
Andrei scoffed. "Do you even know his name?"
She didn't, but Zara ignored his question. "You're avoiding my question."
"Get dressed, Caddel," he repeated.
"Answer my question, Lykaois," she said.
To her surprise, though she forced herself not to show it, Andrei leaned over on both hands and was now resting on the bed with his faces centimeters apart from hers. He too had been drinking, more than usual, she could smell it in his breath. Zara couldn't help but hold her own breath as she made her eyes meet his. She wouldn't shrink away.
"What do you want me to say, Caddel?" he murmured. It was a low whisper, almost a growl. "Would you like me to say that it's because I care about you?"
Now the boy allowed his eyes to travel elsewhere. Zara felt as if her body was being read like a book as Andrei studied her.
"Like what you see, Lykaois?" Zara dared to ask.
"The sheet's blocking my view."
Zara hummed. "Too bad."
Andrei met her eyes once again and leaned over, so close that his lips were near her ear as he spoke, "It's too bad that we made an agreement not to fuck. I would make you scream, Caddel."
She felt the heat rush to her face and her body react to his words. Fuck. "Get the fuck out, Lykaois, and I'll get dressed."
Andrei was grinning as he turned away.
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