Fate must really hate me.

Rhys Astor, the guy with a deadly smirk and devil-may-care attitude, is the sole witness to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But even worse, now he’s suddenly intrigued by me, which is confusing because until now, he couldn’t be bothered to remember my name.

Dorothy, Donatella, Danielle…no, it’s Delilah, you unhinged prat.

I don’t want his attention. If I had my way, we’d go on avoiding each other for the rest of our lives, but again, fate is conspiring against me. Rhys is the captain of the fencing team, and I’m the new manager. That means we’re stuck together everyday for practice, tournaments, and long, long bus rides to away matches.

Our shared bus rides lead to heated bickering.
That bickering leads to hate-kissing…and not-so-hate kissing.
And somehow, those few stolen kisses lead to sexy tutoring sessions, where Rhys is an extremely enthusiastic student.

He shows me with every single touch, kiss, and whispered word how much he appreciates my rounded curves. And in return, I show him what it means to truly be cared for.

But I have a feeling Rhys is hiding something. That his motives might not be what they seem.
I’ve never wanted to be wrong about anything more than I do about these nagging suspicions.
Because if I’m right, then there’s nothing but heartbreak waiting for me.