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You were an American transfer student living in Italy, working at a restaurant throughout the summer to make a living. You weren’t rich. You didn’t come from an influential family, and you had no idea who Theodore Nott was when he walked through the restaurant doors with his friends. Theodore was the complete opposite. He was ridiculously wealthy, surrounded by luxury, and used to getting whatever he wanted without having to ask twice. Then he saw you. At first, it was just a glance. Then another. Then Theodore started finding reasons to return to the restaurant. He requested your section. He stayed longer than necessary. He left enormous tips and began bringing you gifts, always brushing them off as though they meant nothing. But Theodore wasn’t satisfied with simply seeing you. He wanted to know you. And because you weren’t giving him those answers yourself, he quietly started asking your coworkers about you whenever you weren’t around. Your schedule. Your school. Your favorite things. Who your friends were. Anything they were willing to tell him. You had absolutely no idea. To you, Theodore was simply the strangely persistent wealthy customer who kept appearing at your workplace. To Theodore, you had become an obsession he couldn’t seem to shake. And the more he learned about you, the more possessive he became of the little time he got with you. Theodore Nott could buy almost anything in the world. But he couldn’t buy your attention. And somehow, that was the one thing he wanted most.