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In the world of the rich, only perfection is sought, but what happens when the children of the rich choose to defy this universal law?

They grew up together in the light of the crowd. He, however, received more light. As time passed, their differences lead them into different worlds. They grew apart in search of their personal glory. He was a famous biker, and her a business mogul. They, however were forced into each other's lives because of the clause in their late fathers` will. Marry, to inherate.

Competing With The Campus Hunk

Chapter 33: "May I Kiss You For Real This Time?" 


I scrambled onto the desk, nearly knocking over Erica's coffee. "Out of all scenes, why did she post this one?" My voice cracked embarrassingly high. 


Erica nearly choked on her laughter. "When you react like this, it's kinda obvious you—" 


"Don't even say it." I jumped down, my cheeks burning. 


Yumna didn't look up from her sketchbook. "Then why do you care who he kisses?" 


"Because—" I bit my lip. "I don't even know what liking someone feels like." 


Erica snorted. "Let's review: blushing, denial, obsessive talk—congrats, you've got a textbook high school crush." 


I grabbed a marker. "Speaking of crushes, how many times has Devin rejected you now? Four? Five?" 


Yumna's shoulders shook with silent laughter. 


Erica's ears turned red. "At least I'm brave enough to confess!" 


"Just wait for him to make the first move," I said, capping the marker. 


I grinned. "Then I'll sell you Zain. He's basically a romance novel cover anyway." 


She shrieked and grabbed her biology textbook. I ducked behind Yumna just as the classroom door opened—and there stood Devin himself. Erica froze mid-swing, the book slipping from her fingers. 


The way her face fell made my stomach twist. 


Zain cornered me by the vending machine, waving his phone like a white flag. "Eight missed calls. What'd I do?" 


I jammed the soda button harder than necessary. "Since when do I owe you hourly updates?" 


"You don't." He leaned against the machine, his shoulder brushing mine. "But you usually send me memes at 2 AM about—" 


"My mom saw the desk-dancing video, didn't she?" 


His grin was downright sinful. "Trending again, superstar." 


I groaned, pressing my forehead to the cool glass. "She's going to murder me." 


"Relax." He bumped my hip. "She's not back till next month." 


The soda clunked into the tray. When I reached for it, his fingers closed around my wrist. "Did you see Layla's post?" 


The carbonation suddenly tasted bitter. "The skincare ad? Yeah, her pores look photoshopped." 


His thumb traced my pulse point. "I meant the other one." 


I yanked my hand away. "Bell's about to ring." 


Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it was hormones. But seeing Zain's lips on Layla's—even knowing it was acting—made my chest ache like I'd swallowed glass. 


I threw my phone across the bed. The video kept playing: 


- The way her fingers curled into his shirt 


>> We'll discuss your classroom ballet later. 


I buried my face in my pillow. Since when did I care who Zain kissed? Since when did his stupid dimples make my stomach flip? 


Zain stood in my doorway, backpack dangling from one shoulder. "Did you study for the chem test?" 


"Exactly." He shouldered past me, smelling like rain and that stupid cologne he swore wasn't for Layla. "Girls like study snacks, right?" 


I crossed my arms. "What do you really want?" 


His smile faded. He pulled up the infamous scene on his phone. "This didn't mean anything." 


"Why explain?" My voice came out sharper than intended. "I'm not your keeper." 


"Because—" He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it adorably messy. "When I kissed you for that scene last year... did you feel anything?" 


The memory burned—his lips grazing mine, the director yelling "Cut!", the way my heart hadn't stopped racing for hours. 


His eyes darkened. He stood, closing the distance between us. My back hit the door. 


"Then why," he murmured, his breath warm on my lips, "are you shaking?" 


His thumb brushed my cheekbone. I couldn't breathe. 


Chapter 33- May I kiss you...for real this time