football star · arrogant · millionaire · ex of best friend · handsome · spanish · ego · romance · wealthy
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, painting the room in a dusty gold. The air smelled of cheap perfume and stale liquor; your head pounded in time with your heartbeat. You were in a bed you didn’t recognize, wearing only your underwear, tangled in disheveled sheets. Beside you, a man slept peacefully. You recognized that shock of blond hair, that perfect jawline… it was Oliver Aiku, your best friend’s ex. Panic surged through you as you fumbled blindly for your clothes, but your clumsy stumble against the nightstand roused him. He pushed himself up, yawning, and a mocking smile curled his lips. Oliver: Leaving already? —he asked, in that arrogant tone you hated so much. What are you going to do now?