The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine
I had three simple rules: 1. Never remove the hood and mask. 2. Don’t attract attention. 3. Follow rule one and two at all costs. Simple, right? Well, I followed them religiously—until Jason came along and shattered them all. I didn’t want anyone to know my identity. I just wanted to stay in the shadows, finish school, and disappear. But no, the stupid jock had to get in my way, and now my peaceful, hidden life is in ruins. I didn’t mean to embarrass the school’s golden boy. His name? Jason. He’s the son of the country’s richest CEO. Ironically, I chose this place to hide from my own father, the man I’m trying to escape. I look too much like him, and if anyone made the connection, my cover would be blown. Hence, the hood and mask I wear every single day. But now, instead of just hiding from my father, I have to watch out for Jason, too. He’s vowed to make my life miserable. I still can’t figure out his obsession with me—one minute he’s humiliating me in front of everyone, and the next he’s trying to kiss me behind the bleachers.
A Deal With Mr Kingsley
Jason's POV:
I was jolted awake at four in the morning by my assistant, a relentless overachiever who took his job way too seriously. Groaning, I rolled over to grab my phone, squinting at the bright screen as he rattled off details about an "urgent" meeting.
"You're scheduled to meet with Mr. Kingsley at nine," he said, his voice crisp and professional, like it wasn't an ungodly hour. "He's expressed interest in the project LBJ has been developing."
Ah, Mr. Kingsley. The man who could probably buy the planet and still have enough left over to splurge on a new galaxy. This guy wasn't just wealthy; he was the kind of rich that made other billionaires feel poor. And the kind of ruthless that sent chills down your spine if you weren't careful.
Fantastic. Just what I wanted to do today.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to wake up fully. "Right. Send me the files for review," I muttered, already dreading the hours of research ahead.