The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there’s an ache I can’t ignore—I might never have her heart.
I hate my boss. Like, loathe him. Two years ago, he semi-broke my heart and he still doesn’t remember who I am. Okay so I was covered in electric blue body paint, and wearing a wig, but is that a good…
