My Highschool Bully
CHAPTER ONE
The moment I walked into the ballroom, I knew I shouldn’t have come.
The music was loud, the laughter fake, and the air too thick with nostalgia I didn’t want. I just wanted to smile politely, drink free champagne, and leave.
But then I saw him.
Ethan Carter.
My high school bully. My nightmare. My tormentor. The boy who made my teenage years hell.
And now?
He was a man. A devastatingly gorgeous one.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark suit clinging to his frame like sin tailored it. His jaw sharper than I remembered, his smirk lazier, more dangerous. Women hovered around him like moths to a flame. And of course—he looked right at me.
That smirk widened.
“Oh, look who it is.” His voice slid through me, deeper, rougher than I remembered. He pushed through
