Hadrian and I were classmates in high school. He had excellent grades, while I was always at the bottom of the class. It wasn't because I was stupid, though. I simply had no time to study.My dad, Aaron Sterling, was a drunk. My mom, unable to endure poverty and domestic violence, left us after giving birth to my younger sister, Christine Sterling.From the time I entered middle school, I had to pay my own tuition and buy baby food for Christine. I took on every job I could find and anything that paid me. As long as there was money involved, I did it.Hadrian and I had little to do with each other in and out of school until the night he saw me serving drinks at a private club.That evening, Hadrian was there to negotiate a business deal on behalf of his dad, Enrique Sinclair, who had been called away at the last minute. He had only been a teenager then, and though his face was youthful, it already carried an air of understated authority.When Hadrian spotted me, he froze for a mom
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