I'm honest about what I am. You want to screw until you can't see straight? I'm your guy. You want to experience the best oral orgasm of your life, don't pass go and collect two-hundred dollars. Eating you for dessert is my specialty. I live for that. Skinny, average or meat on your bones, I don't care. Blonde, brunette...white, Asian, black... Are you pink where it counts? Then you're my type. I'm your guy. For the duration of our affair, I will call you Sugar because I can't bother to retain your name. That's the kind of man I am, and you will know that going in. I make sure of it. So it's not my fault her friend loved me, but She is going to make me pay for that. And I'm too addicted to her taste to walk away.

There is Nate's side of the story and then there's mine. Some things he's gotten right. Others he has no clue about. What's the truth? It's not going to take you long to hate him. His very existence. Because he's a charming bastard, you're going to fall for him, too. He's honest even when it hurts. He deserved every bit of my revenge. Sex with him unmakes your world. That's just the truth of the matter. Don't ever let him put his mouth on you. He'll own you. Every part of you. I didn't heed that advice. So, no, I'm not sorry for destroying his world. This is the real story between me and Nate. \*Scenes from PERV are included as this is a retelling from the heroine's POV.

I am an Alexander. Our last name is an institution in legal circles. You're raised to be an apex predator in the courtroom and outside of it. Being weak or losing at anything is not an option. To paint the picture, most fathers sit their sons down to have “the talk” about what it means to be a man in the world. My father handed me a proverbial rusty knife, and said, “Cut out anything but ambition and loyalty.” Don't confuse these statements as woe-is-me. I made myself in my father's image for many years. Didn't matter if I liked the man who looked back. I'm just giving you the facts. So when Kennedy Mclane caught sight of this ruthless man after we had sex, she ran. I had a rare moment of...chivalry? Humanity? I don't know. I decided to be the good guy, and ignore the fact we feel unfinished. Or the way she looks at me. Or that she gets jealous. She didn't want me to slip into my predator skin and do my own version of the wild hunt. It stayed that way for three years until she climbed back into my bed. Whether she's ready for me this time or not is a moot point. I've been more than fair and patient. She's probably going to hate me by the end of all this. I don't care. The game has begun and I never lose. I cut that part out of me.

I’m a saint. On paper. I have a stable job as a personal trainer. My side hustle involves taking people out on hikes and pushing them to their limits. I love my friends and family equally. Every now and again, I need the itch between my shoulder blades branded with scratch marks. I’m haunted by that phantom ache when Nina Williams walks into my life to hire me for a hiking contest. Killer, dimpled smile, potty mouth, sharp mind and a confidence that makes me want to beg. She doesn’t want to want me. Yet, with a past as complicated and dark as mine, we’re destined to cross every line she puts in place. If I were truly a good guy, I would have wished her luck and turned her away. But how can I? That nameless thing inside me that feeds on sex, adventure and the promise of redemption just got invited to play.