Previously published as Ride With Me 2023 was supposed to be my fresh start. A year of freedom, healing, and finally putting myself first. But let’s rewind to the clusterfuck that was the end of 2022: Dumped by my boyfriend of two years. On Christmas Day. Kicked out of our home by his new Barbie-brained side piece before I could even grab my vibrator. Fired after refusing to let my perv of a boss corner me into a “private performance review.” So yeah, homeless, jobless, heartbroken, and one bad decision away from setting something on fire. My best friend had enough of my breakdown playlist and dragged me out on New Year’s Eve. That night? I met him. Leather cut. Deadly grin. Tattoos that tasted like sin against my tongue. The kind of man who doesn’t ask, he takes. And he took everything. My mouth. My body. Every shattered piece of my pride. He didn’t fuck me like I was a fantasy, he ruined reality and made himself the addiction. One night. No names. No strings. I vanished before sunrise. But he left a part of himself behind… One I can’t exactly walk away from. And 2023? It’s about to be anything but predictable.