Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind. Love is a game, a chase. A thrill. Love is wild and war-like, and every man and woman must fight for themselves. 

At least that’s how it was for me. 

A high-priced virgin call girl by the time I started college, I was addicted to love and to sex. 

Even though I’ve never had either. 

I controlled love, played it, and held the world in the palm of my hands. 

Then I fell down from those highs, and I’m being blackmailed for all my mistakes, forced to keep secrets from everyone, except the only guy I don’t regret.

Trey.

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With all the other women, I knew what they were. They were temporary.

They were pills, they were bottles, they took away all the pain, and numbed the awful memories that wore away at my ragged, wasted heart.

Until I met Harley. 

She’s the only girl I ever missed when she walked away. But now she’s back in my life, every day, and there are no guarantees for us, especially since I don’t know how to tell her my secrets. What happened to my family. All I know is she’s the closest I’ve ever come to something real, and I want to feel every second of it.