REVENGE AND A BET.

ASHER'S POINT OF VIEW.

Revenge.

I’ve always had my way in everything for as long as I could remember.

Being the only living son of a billionaire from a family of wealthy landowners and food creators, I have had the pleasure of controlling everything around me. No one told me no….no one.

Until her….Nora fucking Macie.

She doesn’t remember, but it was about six months ago. I told the girl to always sit with me at lunch in the school’s elite Café. She said no…..to me…..it felt like a fucking whiplash. And from that moment on, I swore to have revenge on her.

Six months ago, she slept with me.

Three months later, she said no to me.

And now? Now she sent me the one thing that made the kick-off to my revenge effortless.

She thinks I don't remember fucking her on her birthday, or the scolding I received from my dad because he found me naked on his office floor, just before some of his associates walked in.....But I did. I couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried. Because of her, I'd cheated on Lydia......yet, I would do it all over again, as long as Nora was the one writhing in pleasure beneath me.

I wouldn’t have done anything at all, not until my friends and fiancé made a bet with me.

‘If you can get her to fall in love with you, you’d get to tell each one of us to do whatever you want for as long as a month.” It’s going to be easy…no girl alive can resist my charm.

I stared at my phone, smirking at what Lydia sent. My evil fiancé and I had come up with a plan; she hated Nora, the new mysterious girl at school, whom no one seemed to know about, and I only wanted her to stop saying the word no to me. So we decided to teach her a lesson.

‘Remember the plan, Asher…..she must pay.’ Lydia’s message read, Lydia hated anything that distracted me, especially when it ate into the time I spent with her. I couldnt get Nora Macie out of my mind, and I hated it.

Just as I sent a quick reply to Lydia, Nora marched down the stairs. No longer looking like the invisible maid’s daughter she was, id managed to transform a duckling into a swan in record time. She tugged at the short red dress I’d chosen, clearly uncomfortable.

“This thing is a damn napkin.” She grumbled.

“You’re welcome.” I grabbed her hands, tugging her to my car before she could say anything else. Lydia’s message dropped into my mind again, reminding me about the plan I had to commence. Nora sending me that tape was the perfect cover to get her over to me.

Although I cannot deny the fact that I have watched it for a total of twenty-eight times in less than twelve hours… the sight of her, moaning, gasping for breath, my name on her tongue as she plays with her beautiful pussy…..all the vid captured was her face…her perfect face that I hate myself for wanting to kiss.

No, Asher! She’s the daughter of a maid; she’s poison….you can't have her. I needed to get a fucking grip. I had to deal with a very erect cock an hour before I rushed downstairs because of her.

“There's been a development.” I glanced at her. She glared at me, her hands still tugging at the dress as if it would magically become longer. “Stop that.”

“What?” she eyed me. “This contraption should never be on any human’s body….I feel so exposed.” She was flawless. Her hips were so wide, coupled with an ass so thick, I felt blood shoot to my cock the second I glanced at her. It's why I had to get her in the car with me before she would get a glimpse of how hard I was for her.

This is going to be harder than I fucking thought.

“And that’s why you’d need it to get that weird fucker’s eyes on you.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of the idiot’s name. I didn't know who the guy was; I didn’t need to, but ever since she mentioned her crush on him, I’ve developed a deep animosity for the idiot.

She calms at the thought of his eyes on her, and it gives me the perfect moment to go in for the kill.

“To help us with this plan of ours, you need a boyfriend.” Her eyes widen. “Someone even better than James Porter, who can get you the attention of everyone in school with just one word.” My smirk grows wider at the thought of it. She, on the other hand, appears terrified.

“W-w-who do you have in mind?” she gulps.

“Me….date me, bunny,” I order, my heart pounding at the thought of the revenge already blooming in my mind.

“Excuse me?!” She stares at me as if I’ve told her something incorrigible. “You’re out of your mind.”

“What's so hard about it? I’m clearly the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life. If you date me, the king of Riverbroke High, James Porter, and every single guy at school will suddenly want you. It’s guaranteed.”

“You think I’d want to date you?? I don’t even like you.” She hissed.

“It’s not going to be real anyway….just something for show, enough to get everyone’s eyes on you for as long as we need.”

“You want to fake date the daughter of your housekeeper? What about your fiancé? I’m supposed to be a student on your father’s tuition payroll. Do you think anyone's going to believe someone like you wants to be with someone like me?”

“No. That’s why we are going to create a fake profile for you. No one at school knows you’re the daughter of a maid; we just have to tap into that, and present you as the daughter of some wealthy merchant or something of the sort….a perfect cover for my fake girlfriend.”

“And who is going to agree to be my parent?” She scoffed.

“My uncle.” Uncle Frank would be perfect for the role because he was in on the plan as well and wouldn’t say no to something fun.

“Come on, agree to be my fake girlfriend so you can get the guy you really want.” I ran my eyes over her body again. How the hell am I going to control myself?? "It doesn't have to be long, bunny. We can do two months of this, and if James Porter doesn't come begging for your hand, we can call it quits."

"One month," that was all she said, her tone almost detached.

"One month?"

"Why?" she ran her eyes over my body, her gaze more challenging than mine. "Can't keep up?"

I don't know why, but that made me smirk. And before I knew it, even though it was against Lydia's plan; i found myself agreeing with her. "Fine, bunny.....one month of fake dating; but be warned, we can't fall in love."

"Oh, please," she said with a scoff. "I would never fall in love with you."

"Nor will I."