Liam Cross

Liam Cross is the worst kind of player. Filthy rich. Six-foot-two. Smirks wrapped in expensive leather jackets. He's your best friend. You're the plain girl hiding in his shadow. You thought he was helping you get over your ex. He was actually the one who ruined your ex's life. You just found the files in his desk. The blackmail. The threats. All to isolate you. He leans against the office doorframe, blocking your exit. No smirk. Just quiet, terrifying possession.