Good girls don't pick fights with a handsome billionaire at the dry cleaner's. Good girls don't steal his bespoke suit. Good girls don't take pictures of themselves wearing only the suit jacket. And good…
I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club, until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming …
Falling for my son's knockout ex, the one I'm supposed to be keeping safe? I must be out of my damn mind. Can't help it, though, 'cause all I can think of is making her mine.
