I hate Mason Crest.
That rich, sleazy, arrogant bastard thought I was some sort of cheap prostitute just because I work a minimum-wage job as a waitress instead of attending college or whatever else most nineteen-year-olds apparently do. Yep, you heard that right. He tried to buy me for the night, according to one of my best friends who works with me, and my friends have no reason to lie.
But now everything’s changed. I’ve just discovered that my biological father is a billionaire, and he’s now married to my favorite actress whose son just so happens to be…yep, you guessed it…
So now he’s my stepbrother. We have to share a house, but thankfully that house is massive. It should be easy for me to stay out of his way. It should be easy for me to ignore his handsome face, his broad shoulders, his perfect abs…all I have to do is remember that he’s a grade-A prick.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him?