Known as the quietly confident one at school, Rose was always going to go places. She had won awards at school for her writing and got into one of the best universities in the country. Now she spent her days trawling through celebrity Instagram accounts, pandering to publicists, and burying herself in spreadsheets. She might not have been exactly happy, but she was fine. Her relationship with her mum was better now, and Luce charged her mates rates to rent a room in her Clapham flat. Then she met Miles Jax. Charming, talented, and really fucking famous, Miles was one of the most intimidating people Rose had ever worked with. But when she was told to monitor him at one of her work parties, things escalated. Cue a bizarre afterparty in a penthouse with an inexplicably large cheese table and several flirty DMs, and Rose found herself drunk at his house. She was drinking in Miles Jax's house. Then she was dancing. And then she was in his bed. It was a night people would die for. So why did...