My Archenemy: Also My Prince Charming?

"Breaking News! A certain A-lister was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night because of… anal fissures!"

"This just in—a certain A-lister is witnessed being carted out of the elite heir's residence!"

As I read the viral headlines featuring myself, I can't help but clench my fists tightly.

"What the heck? Who came up with these stupid rumors anyway? I went to the hospital to get my hemorrhoids removed!"

And here I am, thinking about why my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, had decided to invite me over to his place for a candlelit dinner in the first place. It turns out that he wanted to watch me embarrass myself after eating a spicy meal!

But after Pierce makes a shoutout on a show, I belatedly realize that I can never escape from him anymore.

I, Daniel Beaumont, was a newly-crowned A-list celebrity in the entertainment industry.

I had just finished attending an award ceremony when my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, called me all of a sudden. He wanted to invite me over to his private residence for a meal in honor of my receiving an award at the award ceremony earlier.

Pierce was my long-time rival and childhood friend. He was also the heir of an ultra-rich family.

He was known to be a cold and ruthless bastard who stayed away from women in the elite society. Well, as for my impression of him, aside from not being into women, he was also a shameless bastard who liked to mess with me.

Well, not "that" kind of messing around.

If Pierce wanted to invite me over for a meal, that meant he was definitely up to no good.

I wanted to turn his invitation down at first because I planned on spending the night admiring my award at home. But unfortunately for me, Pierce sounded very sincere over the phone. Not to mention, my manager, Alex Miller, told me not to bruise Pierce's ego with my rejection.

Hence, I arrived at Pierce's residence on my own to attend the so-called dinner.

Surprisingly enough, it really was just a normal dinner. When Pierce saw me, he didn't greet me with insults as he had done previously. Heck, he didn't even slap me playfully in the face. Instead, he told me to take a seat in a friendly manner.

I could only stare at the candlelit dinner placed on the table between the two of us in puzzlement. The atmosphere between us was far too suggestive, not to mention Pierce kept staring at me weirdly.

Somehow, I had a feeling that he wanted to rope me into his bed after this. That was why I could only lower my head and dig into the meal like the coward I was.

The pasta did look delicious, though. The entire dish was bright red and seemed to be coated heavily with tomato sauce. I bet the sour, tangy taste of the pasta was exactly what I needed to soothe my current