Chasing Mr. Perfect

guy for five years, but n

karaoke bar, spending seven hu

shaken off her toxic ex and was embracing her golden singlehood at 25. By the time our group arriv

le and, holding a bottle of booze in her hand, shouted wit

y so drunk I couldn't tell how much I ha

or you can get two for a bun

ng in with the drinks. He was so good-looking that I immediately

ung man stood beside everyone. But the guy I'd pointed out

eir moods. His cold attitude

ard, grinning as I reached out to touch his face. "You look just like

Cory S

, sh

.. slept

pattern on the blanket. "He said that would cost extra, then mocked me

her lips as she asked cautiously, "You don't eve

nning. "I was already heartbroken thinking, Cory Sharpe, this hot guy, is only worth seven hundred now, and the

re making me w

t out of bed to grab some breakfast when a message popped up from

dry-cleaning bill fo

hrew up on me.

ing the shock, a voice message came through that

ing to say I threw up? You're extort

tell your dad you were out d

.

Cory was my ch

mpletely broke. "I'm broke. I've got not

the situation took

ested? Oh,

ping with amusement. "Well then, how

t you really can't look down on me like this. You think I'

for me," Cory snapped, clearly irritated. "Davina

my phone, kneeling at the edge of the bed, listening to Cory's lecture

t the hell a

it my h

cohol go straig

k, only to find out I owe

d carelessly racked up a five thousand bill on drinks yesterday. I felt

d given me, I made my way qui

tures, and the view of the bustling city through the floor-

an actual rich kid, while I was

nter, sipping coffee. He adjusted his glasses with his long fingers, and despite his handsome face, his words were co

.Ok

, and I managed to finish coo

y peeked my head around the door,

k in his hand and p

karaoke bar were reading books now.

e you th

.. nothin

d at me s

soup on the table looked delicious. Cory sat down on his own, and before I could ask

ief, uncomfor

ea

food. Before I even reached the table, I heard h

glare, but my lips trembled a

the food in front of him. "You can eat,

at the eggs and vegetables on th

it." Cory leaned back, eyeing me lazily. "Or you c

ted t

e, slaving away to cook for Cory, and now

eating

ll

plate I could find, and served myself a heapi

people, he didn't have much of an appetite. The fo

the di

y – looking all neat and polished – wouldn't wash the dishes. I held

ave a di

pted to Cory's pricing style. "If

ne, yo