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Tutoring the school's bad boy.

The school biggest nerd takes on the hardest task there is... tutoring the school bad boy. *** "This is ridiculous! I don't understand anything," he threw his books away. " Not with that attitude," Perse picked up his books, dusting them off and returning them on the table. "It's just like riding a motorcycle___" "This is nothing like riding a motorcycle," "It takes a lot of practice. But you'll get the hang of it." He rolled his eyes at her positivity, but then opened his books and tried again. _____ After daring to stand up to the school's bad boy, Persephone Ariadne Carlisle is tasked with tutoring Asher Jayden Thorne, the school's most rebellious bad boy. He was impulsive and hotheaded. She was calm and cautious. While he lived for fights, she lived to avoid them. She was everyone's dream... He was everyone's nightmare. But he listened when she spoke. And he acted when she asked. He stared when he thought she wasn't looking, and she thought of him whenever he wasn't in the room. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized that he had more inner demons than he let the world see... and more light than he let shine. She made tutoring him her priority... and his life her business. But with the Chief of Police as Perse's father, Asher had more to worry about than just failing Algebra. The Chief didn't want trouble... and Asher Jayden Thorne was the walking definition of it.

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Home invasion.

The Carlisle residence backyard was transformed into a vibrant and elegant venue, adorned with strings of fairy lights and lanterns casting a warm glow over the garden. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, the well-tended plants and shrubs adding to the festive atmosphere. Tables were covered with white linens, and a buffet of delicious food lined one side, with a bar set up at the other end, manned by a jovial bartender.

Perse's father, Michael Carlisle, was at the center of it all, his uniform jacket off, but his badge still pinned proudly to his shirt. His colleagues and friends, many of them in uniform, mingled around, laughing and sharing stories from their shifts.