Battle Of The Heir And Heiress (Heir & Heiress 1)

Battle Of The Heir And Heiress (Heir & Heiress 1)

Yvonne Grace J

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Everywhere becomes silent as every single pair of eyes turn to us and although I'm used to attention, it's never been in this type of situation and I find myself wondering how to handle it. All worries fly out the window though when Hunter grabs my hand after locking his car. Murmurs erupt in every angle of the school ground at his actions and I glance at Hunter only to see a look of determination on his face. What is he up to? He suddenly turns me towards him and traps me against the car door. "You're right, we need to clear one misunderstanding" he states his breath fanning my face. "And what would that be?" I breath out already dazed by him. Get a grip Daisy, you're out in public! "That you are mine and all other boys can fuck off" He answers hoarsely just as he finally closes the space between us and takes my lips for a world-rocking kiss. ************* Daisy Heart is a friendly heiress with great friends who just wants to have a good high school experience. She thinks everything is beautiful except the heir to the Stone Empire: Hunter Stone. Hunter Stone is a playboy Heir who just wants to have a good time while young before responsibilities come knocking. He thinks everything is fun except the heiress to the Heart group of Hotels: Daisy Heart. After being forced into being partners and roommates for a school camp project, Hunter and Daisy are determined to make each other's life hell. The undeniable attraction between them certainly doesn't help. To make things worse, Hunter also knows that Daisy has feelings for his best friend. Sequel to series of fights, failed pranks and arguments, fate offers to deal a final blow to the situation. An arranged marriage.

Chapter 1 Hunter's POV

I feel like strangling myself. We have been on the road for 2 hours, 10 minutes and 50 seconds.

tick

Make that 51 seconds and it's been the worst 2 hours of my life. One, I was in too much of a hurry to grab breakfast this morning, two, I dropped my phone and now the screen is cracked. Three, Taylor, the girl I've hooked up with a couple of time almost talked my ear off by telling me about the – in her own words "totes adore shoes"- she bought yesterday and how she can't wait to see me again cos it's been too long.

She saw me yesterday!

She doesn't seem to know the meaning of 'it's just sex'.

Even though that makes me sound like a jerk, we were both clear about what we wanted in the beginning but now, I don't think it's the same for her anymore

And the worst thing about this morning, my best bud, Dean, hasn't stopped singing (if it can actually be called singing, it's more like screeching, he's completely tone deaf) along to the songs being played on the radio since we've set out on this journey. I can't wait to get to our destination, which is the airport.

That brings me back to the matter at hand, I truly fucking hate our biology teacher Mr. Fiddles, who decided that traveling all the way to the wilderness, will sharpen our knowledge of how nature works.

Camping? Seriously?

It would have been fun if we were going there for relaxation, but according to Mr. Fiddles, it's a project. It doesn't mean people took him seriously though..........

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins...." Dean howls. God, his voice is terrible.

"Dude shut up, I might develop a brain tumor if you continue ..... Whatever it is you're doing, i'm pretty sure it's definitely not singing" I growl.

"Nah, you're just jealous that you're not as talented as I am. Don't worry, when I become a rock star, I'll take pity on you and give your sorry ass my left over groupies".

I snort "Yeah, I really can't wait. Now in the mean time, do my sorry ass a favor and shut the hell up".

"Geez, I wonder how I ended up being friends with someone who doesn't appreciate pure talent" he mutters under his breath.

"I heard that" I tell him.

"You were meant to" he replies.

I concentrate on driving again when Dean pipes up.

"Hey, what are you gonna do about Daisy, you do remember that you were paired up for this project right?"

My mood darkens again at the mention of Daisy. Hearing her name, one would think that she would be all sunshine and rainbows but I've never met anyone that catty in my entire life. And the thing I don't understand is why she's only bitchy to me. She's nice to everybody and She looks at Dean like he hung the moon but the guy is oblivious to anything other than party, girls and food.

We were assigned partners for this camp or whatever it is, to work together on our observations and make an interesting report. 60% of our grade depends on this report. All my friends are aware of her problem with me hence Dean's concern.

"I'll be alright" I tell him. God, I really hope she doesn't claw my eyes out or anything "I mean what's the worst that can happen".

Dean replies "if you say so".

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