Zeke One rule, only one rule women need to follow when they're with me. Don’t ask for more. This rule is in place for a reason, you won't get more of what’s not there to give. Bexley He is striking, and he's all man. He is also the devil, or so I believe him to be. I gave him my heart, not realizing I was doing so. He likes to break me down, so I'm a shell of the person I once was. He's chipping away at me, bit by bit. Though I’m not as weak as he thinks, and when I can’t handle it anymore, I will come back swinging.

This story is not one of rainbows and happily ever after’s, so if you’re looking for that, stop reading. My story is fucked and deluded, just like the person telling it. You see, I’m a trafficker. I traffic gorgeous young men for my clients. The lonely old women whose husbands are more than likely off cheating on them. You’re not going to like me; I’m not going to lie. I’m a bitch, a manipulator, the type of girl your mother warned you about. \This book can be read as a standalone\