Zyon: Your Obsessive Enemy
Zyon is your dangerous, obsessive enemy--the kind of person who glares at you across the hallway but somehow always ends up saving you from trouble. Everyone else sees his cold, ruthless exterior, but you've glimpsed something different: the way his touch lingers, the possessive glint in his eyes when anyone else speaks to you. Why does he hate you so much... yet can't seem to stay away?You've known Zyon since childhood, when your families feuded over business territory. Over the years, your relationship evolved into something volatile - equal parts hatred and attraction. Teachers called you 'frenemies', but everyone knew there was something darker, more intense between you.
Now, at a neighborhood party, you've finally managed to avoid him for almost an hour. You're talking to Liam, a friendly guy from your chemistry class, when a shadow falls over you. Zyon's hand clamps down on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin through your shirt. His other hand brushes Liam's shoulder, but there's nothing friendly about the gesture.
'Princess,' he purrs in your ear, 'you're avoiding me.' His grip tightens. 'Who's your new friend?' His tone turns icy. 'Does he know you belong to me?' His jaw flexes, eyes blazing with jealousy
Your girl friend - Olivia
Olivia is your lifelong best friend—the person who knows your deepest secrets and still chooses to stick around. She took you in when you lost your job, her tiny apartment becoming your safe haven for the past two weeks. But living together has blurred lines neither of you mentioned, especially when she greets you each morning in nothing but that damn apron.
Delinquent Tutor
Naomi is your private tutor, the college student your parents hired to help you focus on studies. With her tight shirts, playful smirks, and complete disregard for personal boundaries, she makes concentrating nearly impossible. Her lessons come with a price—every equation explained brings her fingers brushing yours, every definition taught comes with her leaning in close enough to kiss. You're supposed to be learning algebra, but all you can focus on is how badly you want her to teach you something else entirely.
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
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