Running late for work, I had no choice but to call an Uber.

As luck would have it, my boss turned out to be my Uber driver.

We stared at each other awkwardly.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Let me guess... running late?"

Me: ...

Later, he docked my pay.

I gave him a one-star review.

I still can't figure out how I got tangled up with Jake Harrison in the first place.

It all started one random afternoon in elementary school.

He pulled my hair.

I slapped him right across the face.

And somehow, that legendary slap tied me to this CEO's son for half my life.

In elementary school, we were desk mates. I bent down to tie my shoelace.

He held my neck down, refusing to let me up.

In middle school, we were in the same class. I mentioned the wind was strong outside.

He told everyone sitting by the windows to open them all.

In high school, I thought I'd finally escaped him. But on the first day, he planted himself in the seat right behind me.

"Thought I'd gone off to private school, didn't you?"

With his sharp features and bright eyes, he still had that boyish charm.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I decided to earn my way into college."

"..."

Like your spot at Westbrook High wasn't pulled by connections!

I watched him transform from the kid everyone avoided in middle school to Mr. Popular with friends in every direction.

Partly because he got really handsome, but mostly because everyone finally realized: being rich is awesome.

At that age when everyone was kind of status-conscious, he casually gave everyone in our class a PSP for his birthday.

He taught us an early life lesson: Sure, all roads lead to Rome, but some people are just born there.

In high school, Jake copied all my homework.

Yet somehow ended up first in class every year.

It turns out it wasn't just natural talent - this guy was secretly grinding through practice problems at midnight.

His friends really backed the wrong horse.

During the day, he'd mess around with his buddies, not studying at all.

At night, he'd study like crazy - I even caught him online practicing vocabulary at 3 AM several times, betraying their whole "too cool for school" act.

When he decided to grind, he really went all in.

He changed from knowing nothing in middle school to acing everything in high school.

I asked him why.

He gave me that sly smile of his.

"With your grades being so good, how else am I gonna get into the same university as you?"

Talk about being haunted.

Looks like he was determined to follow up on that slap all the way to college.

But we didn't end up at the same university after all.

He went abroad - classic trust fund kid move.

I thought that was it for us, each heading off to our own adventures.

Then one day, he called me at 3 AM.

I reminded him about the time difference.

He just went "Oh."

Then told me to look outside my window.

I wondered what it could be.

Expected some cheesy line like "Behold the empire I've built for you."

Instead, there was a helicopter hovering over our campus quad.

The wind it stirred up had students from every residence hall pressing their faces against their windows.

"..."

Finally, I understood what that noise in the background of his call was.

...It was helicopter blades.

In the moonlight, his voice came through, low and husky, "I missed you."

"..."

Was it really me he missed?

Turns out he was craving the grilled cheese from that 24-hour diner by campus.

And their loaded fries.

"Nothing hits quite like this," he said between mouthfuls.

Meanwhile, I was having an existential crisis.

This guy, from 4,000 miles away, wanted a grilled cheese.

So he just hopped on his private jet, switched to a helicopter, and flew right over.

"..."

"Oh right, I was going to give this to you when I went home next, but since I'm here..."

Under the flickering neon lights of the diner, he pulled a small box from his pocket.

Inside was a necklace.

Actually, Jake had given me countless gifts before - snacks, school supplies, study guides, books - but he'd never given me anything like this...

"Your 18th birthday gift."

He said, "Happy birthday, Amy Landers."

Then I realized he hadn't just flown across an ocean for grilled cheese.

Because that day was also my eighteenth birthday.

When I applied for jobs after graduation, Harrison Enterprises was the first one I crossed off my list.

Even though he promised me an incredible package with all the perks.

But honestly, who in their right mind would want him as their boss?

I even went and interviewed at one of his rival companies, smugly telling him we'd be competitors now, may the best business win.

He just chuckled over the phone.

Said I was naive and cute.

I didn't get what he meant at the time.

Until a week after starting my job, before I'd even finished orientation, we got the announcement.

My new company had been acquired.

...

New CEO: Jake Harrison.

—

Late for work, caught an uber with my boss as the driver, and lost my perfect attendance bonus.

You'd think growing up in the same class as a billionaire's son meant I was loaded too?

Reality check: I'm broke as hell.

When I turned eighteen, my dad kicked me out.

If there's one thing Jake had that totally crushed me, it was his money moves.

Especially when he smiled sweetly while telling me I'd lost my attendance bonus.

"Come on, Mr. Harrison, we can talk about this..."

Of course I wasn't going to give up - it was the end of the month, and I'd worked so hard to be on time every single day.

"I'll do anything..."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued.

Leaning against the steering wheel of his Rolls-Royce, under that starlit roof, his smile turned playful.

"How about you cook dinner for me?"

—

Rich people must be insane.

I warned Jake to lower his expectations - I rarely cook. He just nodded.

Mr. CEO said he'd pay for everything.

So I went all out: lobster, king crab, you name it.

He just leaned on the shopping cart, resting his chin on his hands, lazily watching me spend his money.

Whatever - emptying the whole store probably wouldn't even make a dent in his trust fund.

After raiding the seafood section, I politely asked if he needed anything else.

He was scrolling through his phone, barely paying attention.

"Hmm, need those."

"Need what?"

I didn't catch his meaning until he finally looked up, with that infuriatingly mysterious smile.

Then we ended up in a very specific aisle.

He tossed two boxes of contraceptives into the cart.

I laughed.

"You've never even dated anyone. What do you need these for?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"How are you so sure I don't have a girlfriend?"

...

Please. I knew this guy inside out.

We'd known each other for over a decade - if he'd had some epic romance, I would've known. No way he could've kept that secret.

The truth was, at twenty-seven, he was still pure.

"If you actually have a girlfriend, I'll eat these boxes whole."

"Is that so?"

He smiled, his voice lifting with that familiar teasing tone.

—

Only someone with my chaotic genius would pair instant ramen with Australian lobster.

By the time I set the food on the table, he'd already called someone to bring up two cases of beer.

"You think I can drink that much?" I stared at him.

"Oh?"

He sat at the table, flipping the bottle opener like a pro.

"Bet you can't keep up with me."

He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and I fell for it every time.

I should've known better, but pride won out. I grabbed the opener and popped a bottle, watching the amber liquid fill my glass.

So our fancy instant ramen and lobster feast turned into a drinking party.

We drank from sunset's golden glow into the star-filled night.

Until my vision started blurring and my head wouldn't stop spinning.

I slammed my beer bottle on the table and grabbed his collar from across the table.

"What happened to... all that big talk? Can't hang anymore?"

He was already slumped over the table.

Just his red-tipped ears visible, his collar mysteriously unbuttoned and messy. My eyes wandered from his collarbone downward.

And froze.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist.

Jake's eyes were always clear and bright.

How to describe him? Like a fox - well-behaved yet mischievous, always plotting something in that clever head of his. He could be sneaky.

Right now, he was a drunk fox.

His eyes locked onto mine, grip tight around my wrist, his voice carrying a slight nasal tone from the alcohol.

"Amy, what am I going to do with you?"

"What?"

I leaned in closer, genuinely confused by what he meant. There was still some space between us, but suddenly he closed the gap.

His hot breath hit my ear, and I felt like if we got any closer...

My heart skipped a beat.

He was the one who challenged me, acting all confident, yet here he was - drunk before I was.

I tried to steady him.

Instead, he just collapsed his full weight onto me.

Eyes downcast, his breath now on my neck, still letting out that soft laugh.

"Jake Harrison!!”

I gritted my teeth, slowly, slowly dragging him toward the front door.

"I'm calling your driver."

Managed to find his phone in his pocket. The unlock code was my birthday.

Back then, he'd explained why he used my birthday as his password.

Said it was just so his mom couldn't guess it.

Never thought he'd keep using it for four, five years straight.

His phone layout was simple, contacts easy to find. I wasn't trying to snoop.

But a message popped up, catching me off guard.

Sweetie: "Same room tomorrow night, 806. Waiting for you~ "

—

I've been obsessing over this for two days.

Who was Sweetie? What's room 806? "Waiting for you"???

No way Jake actually had a girlfriend now, right?!

I crouched outside his office, until I finally cracked and grabbed a secretary who was just leaving.

"How's Mr. Harrison doing?" The secretary looked completely bewildered.

So I leaned in closer and whispered.

"Do you know anything about... Mr. Harrison's love life?"

The secretary jumped back, shaking her head and practically running away from me.

...

I felt deflated, and embarrassed about my impulsive behavior.

But I just couldn't connect the dots between Jake and having a girlfriend.

So I called everyone we knew in common.

They all said the same thing - no clue he was dating anyone.

My best friend laughed, asking why I didn't just ask Jake himself.

I sighed into the phone.

If he really had a girlfriend...

Wouldn't I look like a total idiot for declaring so confidently at the supermarket that he'd never dated anyone?

...

But within a few days, I'd find out whether he had a girlfriend or not.

Because "Sweetie” herself came to find me.

—

It was a bright afternoon.

The office perks had gotten way better since Jake took over. I found some fancy Earl Grey in the break room and watched the tea swirl into rosy swirls as I stirred.

Suddenly, someone popped up right in front of me.

Sunglasses, face mask, baseball cap - covered head to toe.

Nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Are you Amy Landers?”

The voice was feminine and oddly familiar. She had this subtle perfume that made you instantly like her.

I nodded without thinking.

She laughed softly and took off her sunglasses.

How did I feel in that moment?

It was like that time my best friend and I were at the mall and stumbled into a celebrity meet-and-greet. The star had glanced our way for just a second, but we were completely starstruck.

But this woman? Her eyes alone were a thousand times more stunning.

Just looking at her made my mind go blank.

And in that instant, I finally realized why she seemed so familiar.

But before I could say her name, she pressed her hand against my mouth.

"Shh, I snuck in here."

My hands were shaking.

"..."

"You know where Jake is, right? He's my boyfriend."