I'm not perfect, and nor is my behaviour. I'm strolling along, observing my friends marry and fall in love while I'm left behind. Yep, I'm the designated driver, driving everyone where they wanted to be. My college years were just the same, with hot guys asking to drive them to parties and call for a lift home when the night ended. Not one guy asked me out or took notice of me, and I never knew why. Until the day, it all changed by accidentally stepping into the wrong room filled with well-dressed guys having a conversation with Dominic Davenport. The most famous guy on the planet plus he's a billionaire bachelor. Talk about having eyes pinning you to the spot as he continued talking to the men in the room. He's perfect, and I'm not.