Tainted Gold

In my world, there are 3 types of people. The arrogant rich. The generous rich. And the rich who refuse to accept their family's wealth. I fall into the third category. But Oliver Gold somehow managed to fall into all three of them simultaneously. I hated him, of course. I hated the way he talked, his tone dripping with pride. I hated the way his eyes ran over me with a smug certainty that almost made my blood boil. So you can understand my dilemma when I was practically forced to be in the same living space with him by my rich bitch aunt. But I guess it wasn't all that bad. He ended up being a lot different than what I thought. Things about the stranger Oliver Gold made my perspective about him change totally. One of those things being, he was a sex freak who's focus had shifted towards me.