I had a set of rules to keep myself focused; 1) Study. 2) Do part-time jobs. 3) Don't kiss unattainable boys. 4) Minimal parties. I thought hiding in a closet to keep myself hidden is a great idea. No. It was a big mistake because I broke rule number three with Eli Ashford, the worshipped, sinfully hot billionaire's heir and practically everyone's crushes and fantasies. He was my fantasy. At night. Now, I attracted his coveted attention more than I should after our lust-induced kiss. Wanting more, he pushed through my boundaries, disregarding my pleas until rejecting him was no longer an option. He was no longer my fantasy, but a nightmare reality that I couldn't escape. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone after realising his tendency to casual depravity acts. I saw him for who he really was. Beneath his carefully constructed facade lies a monster - a predator looking for his perfect little prey to play with. I was his perfect little prey.