"That's enough out of you." Frank drew his hands along the tops of her thighs. Her flawless skin was soft and contradicting under his rough palms.

That short pink skirt was high and snugged around her upper thigh. If he shoved it up, he could see those expensive panties she wore.

When he moved his gaze up, finally settling to her eyes. "You maybe rich, princess but to me you are just a little spoilt brat."

Those hazel eyes burned with rebellion. "And you are a dirty poor man."

Her words maybe spiteful but her tone was breathy. Like silver dro ps of crystals dangling in the chandelier except it came tumbling down and crushing him underneath.

Snickering, he sneered his next words. "That's where you are wrong, princess. I'm only a man."

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Venus Williams is a high society sophisticated student of Burbington High School. She has never felt the strapping needs of struggle and never endured pain. That also means she never felt love and pleasure either.

Becoming student President was her only accomplishment and she was determined to do her best. Politics and manipulation was her usual playbook but getting caught in difficult tight places and sneered upon by the school's janitor was not.

Frank Harris always had a hard life. He didn't trust in good things because of their shortened longevity. Hence, the best he does is to never hope.

Although, Frank keeps catching the sexy brat in compromising positions and all they ever do is bicker, degrade and keep circling around each other.

How long will they keep circling?