Rich Boy x Good Girl · Y/n story by @swagermonkey

The venue was all white linen and warm fairy lights, sprawling out across the manicured lawn of the Fairmont Estate. A string quartet played somewhere near the hedges, their music drifting thin beneath the noise of chattering donors and clinking glasses.

Grady

turns to his friends, voice low. I’d rather be getting tackled right now. At least that hurts for a reason.

Friend 1

Dude, your parents made us come. We’re stuck.

Friend 2

nudges him with an elbow. Look at that one. By the stage. Check her out.

Grady turned lazily, more out of boredom than interest. But then his eyes caught—a girl moving through the crowd with a clipboard pressed against her chest. She wasn’t draped in pearls or pretending to laugh at old money jokes. She looked like she had somewhere to be. Her friend trailed behind her, arms full of what looked like little wooden paddles.

Grady

Who’s the girl with the clipboard?

Friend 1

grins. Which one? The blonde or—

Grady

The one who looks like she runs this place. he tilts his chin toward her, watching her stop to talk to a caterer, then check her watch.

She said something to her friend, and they both started weaving through the tables. Straight toward him.

Grady

mutters under his breath. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Friend 2

What?

Grady

She’s coming here. Look alive.

She was close enough now to make out the freckles dusted across her nose, the dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, the way she barely glanced at him before flipping a page on her clipboard.

???

stops in front of him, all business. Hey. You and your friends want to buy a paddle? It’s for the live auction later.