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Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme a U!
U!
What’s that spell?
FU!
Graduating Forks University Fashion Academy was the first step in my carefully designed plan to make a name for myself and my label, Minx, in the fashion world.
Being pestered by playboy Preston Lancaster was a tale as old as time. But being turned on by my big brother’s prankster best friend was the latest—and I was a notorious trendsetter.
From faux pas to ménage à trois, my feelings for Preston were getting too haute to handle while my relationship with my boyfriend, Jeff, was becoming so last season.
I was a Beta Alpha Delta—a BAD girl for life—and Jeff was a Delta Iota Kappa—the DIK of my dreams. But even our Greek letters couldn’t hold us together when my Prince Charming turned into a completely jealous psycho.
Preston came to my rescue, but now, he was standing in my way. I needed to stay focused on my fast track to the runway. After all, he was my sworn enemy. But it didn’t feel that way when I was wrapped up in his arms—and in his sheets.
My resolve was hanging on by a thread … and so were my panties.
F!
Gimme a U!
U!
What’s that spell?
FU!
Graduating Forks University Fashion Academy was the first step in my carefully designed plan to make a name for myself and my label, Minx, in the fashion world.
Being pestered by playboy Preston Lancaster was a tale as old as time. But being turned on by my big brother’s prankster best friend was the latest—and I was a notorious trendsetter.
From faux pas to ménage à trois, my feelings for Preston were getting too haute to handle while my relationship with my boyfriend, Jeff, was becoming so last season.
I was a Beta Alpha Delta—a BAD girl for life—and Jeff was a Delta Iota Kappa—the DIK of my dreams. But even our Greek letters couldn’t hold us together when my Prince Charming turned into a completely jealous psycho.
Preston came to my rescue, but now, he was standing in my way. I needed to stay focused on my fast track to the runway. After all, he was my sworn enemy. But it didn’t feel that way when I was wrapped up in his arms—and in his sheets.
My resolve was hanging on by a thread … and so were my panties.