All men have a wingman - it's the bro code. I'd like to say I fit into that code - only I am missing a certain long, hard member that automatically allows me entrance. That doesn't matter - because for him I'm the ultimate. His wingman. Well, in the grand scheme of things - his wing-woman. Reign Braxton. Womaniser. Asshole. Douche of the century. Sexy as sin but as rule would have it - all sexy men have a problem. Reign is still lusting after the one that got away. Enter me. Wing woman of the century, make-ex-jealous extraordinaire. It's my job. Why do I do it, you ask? Simple - money. Reign's obsession gives me a good lifestyle. I am anything he wants me to be, all for a price of course. But I go and do something incredibly stupid - I fall in love with my boss. My boss who is in love with his ex. There are no prizes for second best.