Two Billionaires Begged Me To Come Back
The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years.
She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt.
I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over.
I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands.
"Lucas, I've liked you for so long!"
I felt his body go rigid.
He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze.
It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross.
I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest.
He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low.
"What did you just say? That you like me?"
"Say it again."
"If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."