Chapter 1

Every single one of my boyfriend Logan's friends had tried to seduce me.

It was always Logan's idea.

Every time I rejected one of them, he would throw a party to celebrate.

His friends all said I was fiercely loyal to him.

"We tried every trick in the book to tempt her, but Vivian never took the bait. Logan, man, you can finally sleep easy now, right?"

Logan would look at me with a guilty smile and say, "I just love you too much, babe. I couldn't help but test you. This is the last time, I swear!"

He had said that phrase over and over again, always looking so sincere.

Until he introduced me to his newest friend, Dominic.

When Dominic stood in front of me, he was the definition of mature, sexy, and aloof.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Logan had finally, successfully found my exact type.

"Nice to meet you, Vivian."

Dominic's deep, velvety voice washed over me.

It was an incredibly sexy voice.

He politely extended his hand.

His fingers were long and clean, with prominent veins running under his sun-kissed skin.

Even his hands were sexy.

A few scandalous thoughts flashed through my mind, and my breathing hitched.

"Nice to meet you too," I replied, keeping my voice low and cool to hide my racing thoughts.

But the moment our fingers brushed, a spark of electricity shot up my arm, leaving a delicious, lingering itch in my chest.

Logan had me sit next to him, with Dominic on my other side.

Before we arrived, Logan had given me the rundown on Dominic.

Even in New York's elite circle, there was a hierarchy. The Dominic family was at the absolute top of the food chain.

And Dominic was the oldest son, the sole heir they had spent a lifetime grooming.

Logan used to complain about him all the time. While the rest of the rich kids partied together, Dominic remained cold and distant, never deigning to hang out with them.

Later, Dominic went to Europe for college, cutting off contact entirely.

Who would have thought that shortly after his return, he'd suddenly become so approachable?

When Logan sent out the invite, Dominic had joined without a second thought.

Logan's theory was: "He probably didn't have any friends in Europe, so now that he's back, he's finally trying to fit in."

Of course, in front of Dominic, Logan sang a completely different tune.

"Vivian, Dominic has some amazing connections in Europe. Didn't your fashion design studio want to go international? You should totally ask him for advice. Why don't you guys add each other on Instagram?"

I glanced at Logan.

His expression was dead serious.

He looked exactly like a supportive boyfriend trying to help my career by networking.

But I knew, with absolute certainty, that this was another one of his loyalty tests.

Everyone at the table had that look on their faces—like they were waiting for a show to start.

I scanned the room. They were all the same old actors.

The first time Logan tested me was on our third day of dating.

He was terrified I was only after his money. So, he had one of his rich buddies approach me, offering me millions to dump Logan and go with him instead.

I was completely caught off guard back then.

But more than anything, I was furious. I couldn't believe Logan had such a backstabbing snake of a friend.

So, I told Logan everything, warning him to watch his back around that guy.

Instead, Logan just smirked at me.

Later, that friend came to apologize, claiming he was just helping Logan test me and meant no harm.

"Vivian is amazing!" he had said, giving a thumbs-up. "I literally offered her ten million dollars, and she didn't even blink! Logan, you're one lucky bastard!"

Sitting at the head of the table, Logan had grinned with smug satisfaction.

After that, he brought out guys who were hotter than him, richer than him, sweeter, funnier... a whole parade of men trying to get into my pants.

And every time one of them failed, Logan would throw a party to "clear up the misunderstanding."

Gradually, everyone in his circle came to know that Vivian was hopelessly in love with Logan. They believed no man on earth could ever steal his girl.

To outsiders, I didn't care about money, power, or looks. I was just purely, unconditionally in love with Logan himself.

As if.

If I didn't care about any of those things, why wouldn't I just adopt a dog?

I liked his money, and I liked his face.

Among everyone I knew, he used to have the best package that fit my taste.

But not anymore.