One Hundred Rules to Tame My Impossible Billionaire Boss Chapter 02

One Hundred Rules to Tame My Impossible Billionaire Boss Chapter 02

After rejecting his friend request, Miles started showing up everywhere on purpose.

He noticed I hit The Learning Commons at six every day, so he grabbed the seat next to mine.

If someone was already there, he used his wallet to buy every spot around me.

Soon the whole school was buzzing, grab the seat next to that girl, and you get four figures.

Result? Next day, the learning commons was packed.

I had nowhere to sit.

I stood at the door with my books, staring at Miles’s stupid perfect face.

Before he could say a word, I turned and left.

He didn’t expect me to be this hard to get. Long legs carried him after me.

Then he grabbed my wrist.

Bullet comments, [Oh, so you grab her hand the second the main girl shows up?]

[This guy can’t communicate to save his life. He deserves everything he gets.]

I stopped.

I raised my head and sure enough, I saw Blair.

Miles raised his voice on purpose. “I don’t like Blair anymore. I only like you. You… uh….”

He was really trying to remember my name.

Blair laughed at him. “Grow up.”

Then she linked arms with her new senior boyfriend and walked off like she owned the place.

Miles’s face darkened as he watched them go, squeezing my hand hard.

I said quietly, right by his ear, “My name is Iris.”

He snapped back to reality, looking awkward. “Sorry, I—”

I pulled my hand free, cut him off flatly through my glasses. “Say my name.”

His brain took a second. Then he did what I asked.

“Iris.”

His voice was nice.

Getting chased by him? Not a loss.

As for whether I liked him? Didn’t care.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

After two weeks of these “coincidences,” I finally accepted Miles’s friend request.

According to the bullet comments, I was supposed to fall for him in the first month.

Then he’d dump me for being boring and uptight.

But only I know the truth.

I’m actually a nightmare. High maintenance as hell. I just hide it well.

Since he’s chasing me on a bet, I don’t have to pretend to be some sweet girlfriend.