I Kissed the Sorority Queen, She Wanted More
When I stepped into Zeta Delta Sorority, everyone wanted me gone except Ava Sinclair, the cold, powerful president. Three years ago, she saved me from a group of bullies in the rain and left a silver iris brooch on me. I never figured out who she was until that night. She vetoed all votes to kick me out and even paired up with me for the charity project. But at the alumni party, a drugged drink made me lose my senses. When I woke up in her room, I wondered: did she save me out of kindness, or had she been waiting for me all these years?