He touched me in my sleep, his fingers tracing the nape of my neck, he was gentle and time seemed to have slowed for him to explore every curve, every contour and although I’d grown accustomed to the chaos around me and learned to navigate the dark corners of my own mind, I’d promised to find him. Not for revenge but so he can do it again. It was a feeling I knew all too well, his touch engrained itself in my memory but my body seemed to lean into it like I needed it. It haunted me but as his fingers trailed my body, I felt a twisted sense of comfort but it was all just a part of a life I had buried deep behind my seemingly happy marriage to Christopher Lopez, the love of my life. “I want you to fuck me like it’s my last day on earth, cause it very well might be, please” The sinful edge of her sultry, pain stricken voice filled my ears with warmth. I could taste the lust at the tip of my tongue, “say please again will you……….” A fashion model MaryJane St James sacrificed her thriving career for love, she never imagined the devastating price she'd pay. Her terminal illness and inability to bear a child threatens to shatter her dreams, but that's only the beginning. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, as those closest to her conspire against her. She meets billionaire Amir, who offers a sweet escape from her anguish. Will MaryJane find solace in Amir's arms, or will the ghosts of her past consume her?