Summer 2019 Lucas Black, Esquire. The name alone was an enigma. Dressed in a suit that cost more than my rent. Green eyes that danced and a cocky smile firmly planted on kissable lips. The rumors about him were true. I wasn’t ready for all that was Lucas Black. I knew it. I didn’t care. I was willing to take whatever he gave me.

Summer 2019 Brooklyn Myers, Esquire. The name alone made me hard. Dressed in cheap bargain suits, she still was a knockout. Amber eyes that call to me like none other. I should have ignored her. I wasn’t ready for the promise of simply her. I claimed her anyway, even if I never meant to keep her.