We could keep this fun but we had to hide it from both our fathers.
We could smile for the cameras, focus on winning the state swimming championship and maintain Harden's image.
Easy enough, right?
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Only Harden didn't want to hide.
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His addiction to our not-so-private hook-ups put everything at risk with his father's planned presidential run, and I risked losing my best friend if anyone found out.
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But the biggest risk of all—the risk of breaking my own heart by falling for someone who was never mine to begin with.
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Maybe love just isn't in the equation.
Have you ever loathed a person so intensely the sight of them made you contemplate homicide?
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First day of college, everyone is settling into their rooms, and in walks Jeff Woods—the blond bastard. He’s arrogant and smart and an elite swimmer and worst of all everyone loves him. Only, he’s insufferable, flirty, and a sex god.
He pushes every button I never knew I had—all with an air of indifference—like he doesn’t know the effect it has on me.
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Did I mention he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on?
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I’m just some closeted red-neck from the south who’s more comfortable on a horse and in a pair of boots than trying to figure life at one of the most elite universities in the world.
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There’s no way a guy like him would ever look at me twice.
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Hate is the only equation.
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My father’s the president and my brother’s the golden boy which leaves me the black sheep. The son who never wanted to be here at all.
The white house my gilded cage, and the secret service my prison guards.
I'm nearly twenty and nothing about my life is normal.
The only thing giving me life and any motivation to get out of bed is the way he looks at me.
The stolen glances across the West Wing. Heated gazes in the private dining room.
He's my father's best friend, which isn't even the worst part, he's also the vice president. Utterly off limits and I can't bring myself to care.
Can't bring myself to stop encouraging his flirting, dreaming, and hoping he won't be able to resist me forever.








