I was with my boyfriend when I saw him. Asher Vance. The billionaire heir to the Vance empire. He sat high above everyone else, his gaze cold and detached. My boyfriend warned me to stay away. Apparently, Asher Vance hates "good girls" ever since one dumped him back in high school. That "good girl" was me. But later that night, in the room next to where my boyfriend was cheating on me, Asher trapped me against the bathroom vanity. His kisses trailed down to my most intimate places, making me tremble uncontrollably. He looked up, his fingers tracing my inner thigh, stopping dangerously close. "Did he ever kiss you here? If he did, I'll go ruin him right now." 1 The lighting in the club was dim and ambiguous. I unconsciously gripped the fabric of my dress, following nervously behind my boyfriend. This was David, my boyfriend of one month. Clean background, reliable personality, matching social status, stable job. He was the perfect marriage candidate, hand-picked by my parents after endless screening. And me? I lived by the rules. I always listened to my parents. So even though I didn't love him, I followed their instructions to spend more time with David. I just didn't expect David to bring me to a club tonight. My hair was up in a messy bun, and my simple white cotton dress looked completely out of place here. Anyone could tell it was my first time in a place like this. David sensed my discomfort and squeezed my hand reassuringly. "It's okay, Lily. Just stick with me. I want you to meet some people; it'll be good for us. I heard my boss might be here tonight." I still wasn't used to being intimate with David. But his palm was warm, and he was taking care of me. I suppressed the discomfort and let him lead me. "Okay, I'll follow you." The door to the VIP booth opened. There were so many people. But my gaze landed instantly on the figure in the center of the crowd. In the dim light, a man was lounging lazily on the wide leather sofa, his suit jacket unbuttoned, the ember of a cigarette glowing between his fingers. My heart skipped a beat without warning. Followed immediately by a tidal wave of panic. Asher Vance. The most dazzling figure from my high school days. And my ex-boyfriend. 2 My parents were both teachers. Their discipline was strict, bordering on harsh. So, no matter the occasion, I was known as the school's resident "good girl." Timid, boring, quiet enough to be forgotten. Someone like me shouldn't have had anything to do with Asher Vance. He was rebellious, untamable, the school's biggest troublemaker. But some people are born to stand at the top. Asher was devastatingly handsome, from a wealthy family, and never dropped out of the top ten in academics. To everyone else, he was the undisputed king of the school. Countless girls had crushes on him. I was just the most ordinary, dull one among them. By all accounts, we were from two different worlds. But one day, after a class dinner, we played Truth or Dare. I drew a Dare. 3 Someone dared me to confess to Asher, who was sitting at the next table. The instigator was the school's most popular girl, Chloe. Rumor had it she had just been rejected by him. In front of everyone, Chloe had stopped Asher on his way to basketball practice, holding a love letter. Her cheeks were flushed pink. "Asher, I like you. Will you be my boyfriend?" Asher held the ball with one hand, his gaze sweeping over her lazily. "Sorry. Not interested in you." Asher was a tough nut to crack; everyone knew it. He had the face of a player but zero interest in dating. News of Chloe's rejection spread like wildfire, making her the school's laughingstock. Now, she needed someone else to embarrass themselves to replace her as the joke. And she chose me. Soft, easy to bully. Chloe looked at me with haughty eyes. "It's fine, Lily. Even if you fail, no one will laugh at you. After all, if someone like me got rejected, it's totally normal for him to reject you too." She pushed the Dare card toward me, her expression hardening. "Lily, you're not going to be a sore loser, right?" Her tone was laced with a threat. I bit my lip and took the card. Chloe was scary. Forget it. I was a pushover anyway. It was just a rejection. Better to be embarrassed once than to be secretly targeted by Chloe later. So, I shuffled over to the table where the boys were sitting. I stopped right in front of Asher. 4 I felt everyone's eyes on me. My face was burning like a furnace. I secretly pinched my palm, trying to stay calm. I took a deep breath, looking up with determination. But the moment I met those indifferent eyes, I panicked and looked down again. I stammered, "A-Asher, I-I'm Lily. I... I like you! Can... can you be my boyfriend? It's okay if you say no..." I was shaking so hard I could barely finish a sentence. My voice got smaller and smaller until it was a whisper. The boys around him started jeering. "Yo, another one confessing to Asher!" "Haha, little sister, you're done for. Asher hates this stuff lately." Suddenly, Asher kicked the loudest guy's chair. He clicked his tongue coldly. "Why are you scaring her? Did I ask you to speak for me?" The guy scrambled up, grinning apologetically, and shut his mouth. I was even more terrified. They said Asher was scary when he was angry. Did I annoy him? I looked like I was facing a firing squad, head down, waiting for the verdict. But the expected rejection didn't come. Asher, who usually ignored everyone, stared at me quietly for a long time. He said, "Okay." I was waving my hands frantically. "It's okay, Asher, you can reject me..." Mid-sentence, I realized what he said. I looked up as if I'd seen a ghost. "You... you said okay?" The corner of Asher's mouth lifted imperceptibly. The playful arrogance in his voice vanished, replaced by seriousness. "Yes. I said okay."
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