
Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually.
Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau.
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Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall.
Hard.
"If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?"
My brows draw. "Doing wha-"
I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine.
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