I Called Dibs on Mr. Jackpot
After losing a round of truth or dare, Ezra Everton pointed at me from across the room like it was nothing.
"Her. The brokest girl at the whole art institute. For fun."
The room exploded with laughter. Everyone waited for me to get dumped on the spot and humiliated.
I was already about to tell him to go screw himself when bright red floating comments suddenly blew up in front of me—
[Don't say no! Say yes! That's a walking jackpot!]
[Make his heart race for one second and you'll unlock a $100,000 payout!]
[I'm screaming. Ezra's family is crazy rich. One tiny leak from his wallet could build a whole new wing for Evervale Home!]
[For real. He acts arrogant, but he's secretly such a softie. Win him over, and you're basically set for life!]
Evervale Home. The orphanage.
A hundred grand?
My eyes widened.
I looked at Ezra's ridiculously handsome—seriously punchable—face and swallowed the "go to hell" sitting on my tongue.
Then I met his amused stare and smiled sweetly, hiding the edge in my eyes.
I stepped up and hooked my arm through his.
"Sure, babe."
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