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I used to think that Zhou Jingzhao and I were always at odds because he didn't like me. It wasn't until my family went bankrupt and I had to live with him that I realized everything was part of his long-planned scheme.
Chapter 1
At a class reunion, a game of truth or dare led me to ask my rival for his belt.
Amid the cheers, I approached Kevin Stewart. The moment I spoke, regret hit me.
As I considered backing out, he grabbed my wrist.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Didn't you say last night you couldn't undo it? I'll show you."
1
Every time I drank, strange dreams followed.
In them, Kevin was different.
He clutched my dress, half-reclining on a bed, veins bulging on his forehead.
The instant he saw me, his expression tightened. "Gina, why are you here?"
Dreams always twisted reality.
Kevin had once said he hated that dress. "That's an ugly dress. Your taste is awful."
Angry, I threw it in the trash.
But in the dream, the dress ended up in his hands.
He hurriedly pulled on his pants, looking guilty as he approached me. "Gina, why are you here?"
I rolled my eyes. "This is my room."
Even though my family went bankrupt, forcing me to stay at his place temporarily, we always kept our distance.
Dream-Kevin was absurdly irrational.
My photo sat on his nightstand, in plain view.
When I entered, he was staring at it, his hands still moving.
"If this isn't my room, why is my photo here?"
Kevin pressed his lips together, silent for once.
It was the first time he didn't argue back.
Outsmarting him felt amazing.
He always loved to pick fights with me.
His ears turned red, like they might bleed. "Gina, it's late. Go back to bed."
It was my room, but Kevin showed no sign of leaving.
I stared at him and asked, "Are you staying to sleep here with me?"
His eyes lit up. "Is that... okay?"
Dreams really had it all.
Kevin always kept people at arm's length, especially me.
If not for his parents' loyalty to our families' friendship, he'd have kicked me out long ago.
But in the dream, he slid his arm around my waist, his voice low and hoarse. "Is that okay?"
I decided to tease him. "Kevin, are you saying you can't handle it-"
Before I could finish, he pressed his lips to mine.
He was like a volcano about to erupt.
The kiss left me breathless.
Kissing Kevin was unthinkable in reality.
But the dream felt so real.
He kissed harder, and I managed to gasp, "Kevin, I hate you."
The man pinning me down paused.
The dream ended abruptly.
When I woke, the morning light stung my eyes.
No trace of Kevin lingered in my room.
Just a fleeting dream.
I was mortified to have such shameful thoughts about him.
The realization made facing him impossible.
Kevin, as usual, lounged carelessly. "Gina, did you drink last night?"
"Do I need to report that to you?"
Since moving into his place, he acted like a human surveillance camera.
Owing him a little money felt like signing away my freedom.
It annoyed me.
"What did you do last night? Remember anything?" He stared, like he could see through me.
"Had a nightmare," I snapped.
"Sure it was a nightmare?" He grinned suddenly. "Then who was kissing and biting me last night?"
I nearly choked on my water.
My face burned. "No way! It was just a dream..."
He laughed, triumphant. "I was just messing with you, but looks like you really have a thing for me!"
I couldn't meet his gaze.
I lowered my head, guilty.
If he knew what we did in my dream, he'd mock me mercilessly.
"Gina, why's your face red?"
I froze.
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