The rules of the contest were simple.
Design a new logo for Morgan Financial Holdings, wow the judges with my mad skills, and bam. I get the job.
I didn’t account for the annoyingly gorgeous Easton Roman, strolling late into orientation like he’s God’s gift to women.
Acting as if already crowned champion, the jerk had the nerve to flirt with me!
(insert multiple expletives)
He may have everyone fooled, but I see him for exactly what he is.
Easton can do whatever he wants to steer me from my eventual victory, but two can play at that game. If I have to flirt back, I will. If he wants to kiss me, bring it on.
At some point in the game, it became real; our connection grew.
I thought when the judges selected the winner, it would end us. But what really shattered our relationship was something neither of us saw coming.