Overview

Vulnerability was a shade I never wore. Yet here I was, falling head over heels for a pretentious f*ck and some high-class d!ck.

I hated Weston Asheborune with every fiber in my body. Or that’s what I told myself over the years. Now I’m f*cked, we’ve f*cked and the walls I’ve built up to protect my heart are crashing down. There’s one problem though: I’m not doing much to stop the downfall. I came home with one reason in mind – to get what was owed to me and move on. Choosing between Weston and running away was my biggest decision. And I was leaning toward the former