Five years ago, Clayton Rorick loved me. Or so I thought. Turned out he only wanted to get his hands on my daddy’s company. Heartbroken, I ran away with nothing but the clothes on my back. Like a twisted Cinderella. When my father dies, leaving my sisters in a desperate situation, it’s up to me to help them.
The Importance of Being Wild
Looking all cocky with that hip jutting out and those big arms crossed, he lingered at a photo of Marlon Brando on a motorbike. Hiding in a shadow and behind a mask, I pretended not to notice him. Then his eyes ploughed into mine. Not one of those friendly social glances one received from strangers, but intrusive, as if he wanted to know me, to read my thoughts. I let Curtis in deep and fell hard.
Cry For You
Boy meets girl. Eyes lock, they fall in love, live happily ever after. Not this story. Lacey baby, was what he called me. He said I was too young for him but who cares, we were both young. He stopped resisting and we fell in love.