Hailey
I didn't know whether I had trapped the predator, or if the predator had trapped me. But given my history, maybe—just maybe—I'd never stopped being the one caught. It had to be me. Of course it was me. I was leaping into the arms of another asshole just to rip the memory of a monster out of my chest—a monster I couldn't forget, erase, or even compartmentalize long enough to catch a breath in this pathetic excuse of a life.
But maybe... just maybe, this time the story would be different.
I wasn't expecting Carter to be Prince Charming. No white horse. No rescue mission. I was still Hailey—the girl with a shitty life, a shattered heart, and a twisted past. Hailey, the easy f**k for Damien Black.
I knew what I was walking into with Carter. And I knew damn well he could destroy me
