I am simply a woman—a damaged, scarred woman…a clubwhore who fell in love with a dark Prince Charming.
As I lay in his arms, spent, sated and breathless, I reflect on this thing called love I never felt worthy of. I know there’ll be times when I doubt it. Times when I question what we have. Times when I feel like good just won’t be good enough.
Then green eyes will find me. They’ll burn bright with reassurance, promise and that hint of darkness I crave. He’ll come to me, offer his hand, and I’ll take it—fueled by desire and curiosity. One layer at a time, he’ll expose me. I’ll submit. And he’ll ravage me…claim me…remind me that I belong only to him. Because I do.
My name is Delilah Scott, and I was a clubwhore.
That was my job.
That part of me will always be…in my past.
But Bryce? He is my future.
And I thought it was my story I was telling. Turns out it was ours.