I should be excited about the next chapter in my life. Another chapter was starting, though. Only it was one I hadn’t anticipated.
Instead of having the night I should be having, I was in the arms of a criminal. My life was at stake.
If anyone had told me that night when I was shuffling through the list of the men offering me various sums of money for my virginity that I’d be in Paris, spending the night in the bed and in the arms of a billionaire who had more private jets than the number of fingers on both my hands, I would’ve told them they were nuts.
But the very idea of it would’ve melted my panties off. I’d never have been able to predict what’d wound up transpiring. I guess the moral of the story was,
Be Careful What You Wish For.
I was exhausted in mind and body. I had somehow
