POV DARCIE

The Senatorial dinner was a slow-motion car crash.

I stood in the corner of the dining hall, dressed in a black skirt and a white blouse that felt like a costume. My job was to be invisible until a glass needed refilling or a plate needed clearing. It was dehumanizing, but I kept my eyes on the floor, counting the patterns in the rug. Anything to stay out of Mr. Sterling's line of sight.

Charles looked like a ghost. He was sitting next to the Senator's daughter, a girl named Genevieve who spent the entire meal laughing at jokes that weren't funny. Charles was doing his part-nodding, smiling that fake, golden smile-but his eyes were dead. He hadn't gone to practice. His father had intercepted him at the front door and "convinced" him otherwise. The bruise on Charles's jaw, hidden poorly with concealer, told me exactly how that conversation had gone.

"Darcie, the wine," Mrs. Sterling hissed, snapping her fingers.

I moved forward, my hands shaking slightly. As I leaned over to refill Mr. Sterling's glass, he didn't even look at me. He just kept talking about "legacy" and "discipline."

"My son understands that some sacrifices are necessary for the greater good," Mr. Sterling said, his voice booming. "Football is a hobby. Power is a career."

Charles's glass shattered in his hand.

The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room. Red wine bled across the white tablecloth, dripping onto the Senator's expensive suit. Genevieve gasped, pushing her chair back.

"I'm so sorry," Charles said, his voice cold and flat. He stood up, blood beginning to seep from a cut on his palm where the crystal had sliced deep. "I'm a bit clumsy tonight. Darcie will clean it up."

He didn't wait for a response. He walked out of the room, leaving a trail of red droplets on the marble floor.

"Clean it, Darcie! Immediately!" Mr. Sterling barked, his face turning a dangerous shade of purple.

I dropped to my knees, scrubbing at the wine, my heart breaking for the boy who had just snapped. I could feel the eyes of the elite on me-the "help" on her knees, cleaning up the mess of the "prince." But I wasn't thinking about the wine. I was thinking about the look in Charles's eyes. He wasn't just angry; he was done.

As soon as the table was reset and the guests moved to the parlor for cigars, I bolted. I didn't care about the rules. I didn't care about the contract. I ran toward the back of the house, toward the gym where I knew he'd go when he needed to hit something.

I found him in the dark. The only light came from the moon spilling through the high windows. Charles was bare-knuckle punching a heavy bag, over and over. Each hit sounded like a whip crack. He wasn't wearing gloves. His knuckles were already raw, his blood staining the black leather of the bag.

"Charles, stop!" I yelled, running toward him.

"Go away, Miller!" he roared, throwing a massive right hook that sent the bag swinging wildly. "Go back to being the perfect little servant! Go back to watching me lose everything!"

"You're hurting yourself!" I grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him back.

He spun around, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with a mixture of grief and fury. He grabbed my waist, pinning me against the cool metal of the equipment rack. The air left my lungs. He was hot, smelling of sweat and expensive wine and pure, unadulterated rage.

"Do you know what he told me?" Charles whispered, his face inches from mine. "He told me if I went to that game Friday, he'd revoke your father's protection. He'd let the police have the evidence. He's using you to break me."

I froze. The world tilted. "What?"

"He knows, Darcie. He knows I brought you lunch. He knows I've been staying up late in your room talking. He saw the way I looked at you at the gates." Charles's voice broke, a sound so raw it made my eyes sting. "He knows you're the only thing that makes me want to be something other than a Sterling. So he's going to destroy you to keep me in line."

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would crack my ribs. He wasn't the bully anymore. He was a victim of the same gilded cage that held me prisoner.

"Then let him," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face. My fingers brushed over the bruise on his jaw. "Let him try to destroy me. I've survived worse than your father, Charles."

Charles looked at me then, really looked at me. The storm in his eyes stilled. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breath shaking. "I can't let him hurt you. I've spent three years hurting you myself... I can't let him do it too."

"Then fight back," I said, my voice gaining strength. "Play on Friday. Get the scholarship. Leave this place. And take me with you."

The invitation hung in the air, forbidden and electric. Charles's grip on my waist tightened. He looked down at my lips, and I knew-I just knew-that if he kissed me, there was no going back. We wouldn't just be a scholarship girl and a quarterback. We'd be two people burning down the world to keep each other warm.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine-a ghost of a touch, a question. "You're a dangerous girl, Darcie Miller."

"And you're a terrible bully, Charles Sterling," I breathed.

He closed the gap.

The kiss wasn't sweet. It wasn't like the movies. It was desperate and hungry, a collision of two people who had been starving for something real in a world made of plastic. It tasted like salt and wine and rebellion. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of him against the coldness of this house.

In that moment, the contract didn't matter. The debt didn't matter. Sloane, the Senator, the school-it all vanished.

But then, the lights in the gym flickered on.

We broke apart, blinking against the harsh fluorescent glare. Standing in the doorway was Sloane, her phone held up, the small green light of the camera glowing like a demon's eye.

"Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with venomous triumph. "I knew the nanny was 'easy,' but I didn't think she was 'get-the-family-disinherited' easy. Wait until Mr. Sterling sees this."

She turned and ran before Charles could move.

Charles looked at me, the blood from his hand staining my white blouse. The reality of what we'd just done crashed down on us. We hadn't just crossed a line; we'd jumped off a cliff.

"Darcie," he started, reaching for me.

"Go," I whispered, the fear finally setting in. "If you don't get that phone, we're both dead."

He didn't hesitate. He sprinted after her, leaving me alone in the middle of the gym, the taste of him still on my lips and the weight of our shared destruction settling over my shoulders.

I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I had come here to save my father. Now, I had to figure out how to save myself from the boy I was no longer supposed to hate.

"Leave this place and take me with you. "

The words lingered in my head. Was I being serious or that was me messing around? Sloane had caught us kissing and that would very much destroy my career here. Also, Charles owns too. He'd be fucked if his father finds that thing.

I reluctantly walked in, hoping and praying desperately that he could get that phone.

"Darcie!"

I flinched at the sound of my name. It was Charles' mother coming out briskly from the entrance.

"What are you doing out here? Do you not know your job anymore?" her lips curled.

"I'm sorry."

I trailed behind her till we got back in. My heart ached seeing Sloane inside. Charles is sitting down with a bored expression on his face with Genevieve laughing and engaging with him.

A lot of questions swirled through my head. Did he get it? Or am I going to serve punishment?

"Darcie...come here now!" Mr. Sterling's harsh voice made me flinch in fear and I ran to his table already.

"Sir?"

"Why would you suddenly run off when you're supposed to be clearing the plates?" He scowled.

"I'm so sorry." I continued with my work but saw Sloane's back moving towards the exit, shoulders lowered and loose like she didn't win. I gave Charles a side stare and he just gave me a subtle thumbs up indicating that everything was fine.

I just stood by the corner observing. I hated to be here.

A few hours later, after the senatorial dinner had ended, we drove back to the house. Just silence. An oppressive one at that. Charles and I were in the same car. He took the front seat with the driver and his parents were ahead in another car. I didn't forget what happened after the dinner. They wanted Genevieve and Charles to be close. The way they kept on forcing him was awkward.

Maybe I should try and say something "Charles, i–"

"If it's about what you said earlier, forget it. That wasn't me. That....that was us being stupid and yes, forget about the kiss." He turned to look me in the eye. "It was a mistake."

"Mistake?" I took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine."

The moment the car glided in the mansion. I stepped down before him, scurrying angrily straight to my room. I should have never let my guard down to kiss him. That bastard thinks he's all that. I'll show him. I had my bath, preparing to sleep when a knock on the door made me get up from bed.

"Who could that be?" I muttered. I opened the door. Charles was standing there with a book in his hands, I frowned, anger boiled inside of me and I attempted to shut the door but he placed his legs in-between, making me confused.

"What do you want? Go away." I pushed the door.

"Hey, quit trying to close the door on me. You're my sitter. I have every right to see you." He argued, eyes sizing me up.

"Fine. What do you want?"

He throws the book on the bed. "You didn't collect my work. You know I have to submit that tomorrow in school. Are you trying to make me fail? Or don't you know your job anymore?"

He stepped closer, intimidating me. I've had enough of his proud and stupid behavior. This time, I'll show him....but without talking back. I'll just let him treat me badly.

"I'm sorry. I should have done that. Forgive me." I say gently.

He tilts his head. Maybe surprised that my mouth wasn't sharp this time. He expected me to talk back and challenge.

"Good. Bring them back when you're done."

I nod. "Sure."

He stepped out slowly and I closed the door behind him. "Asshole."

Flipping the pages, I start working on the math. I couldn't concentrate but thought about the kiss. That easily? I just let him. I groaned and continued to work on it.

When I woke up the next morning, I realized I slept with my face on the book. Worst of all, I was late for school. I managed to get up and finished the work, then rushed to take my bath.

I heard my name from the door. Charles. Fuck, I made us extremely late. With no time to brush my hair, I wore my clothes and took my bag haphazardly.

I opened the door catching my breath.

"Do you know what the time is?" Charles stood by the door, looking fine as hell.

"I overslept." I stepped out of the room and walked away like he wasn't there.

"Hey." He called back but I didn't answer. I cascaded the stairs and Mrs. Sterling was on the table eating.

"How bad of you." She stopped me, looking all disappointed.

"Sorry. I overslept."

I couldn't care about breakfast even though I was starving. I just apologized and kept moving till I was outside. The driver stood, arms crossed. Charles was behind me. We sat in the car and it glided out of the mansion to the road.

He didn't say anything. He just collected his notebook and textbook without a thank you. I didn't say anything either.

While we got to school, every student stared like a staring contest. I didn't mind. It's not new and I don't even care. I just bowed my head and walked to my locker.

I suddenly tripped and fell on the floor causing a scene. My head hit the floor and I winced in pain. Looking up to see Sloane. A satisfied stare on her face.

"Oops. Sorry. I just did that as a revenge plan since I didn't get to show Mr Sterling the kissing video."

I stood to my feet. "What the hell?"

"Charles deleted it." She frowned. "He was too fast."

My muscles quivered and my jaws clenched in anger. I'm fucking tired of being treated this way.

"Oh. Look at you flaring." She laughed, enjoying the jest. "What are you going to do, huh?"

I suddenly pounced on her, yanking her hair off. Her horrific screams burst through the hallways as everyone gathered, watching.