HardI needed money.
I had something he wanted.
I sold him my innocence…
Hard body… hard voice.
Hard attitude.
Hard something else, too.
That was Jett.
The man who wanted something from me…
The man who wanted to buy my innocence.
I needed money.
I never knew how far I’d go.
I never knew how far he’d push me.
Thing is… he wants more.
He doesn’t just want my very first time.
He wants to own me.
He wants to claim me.
Brand me.
Make me his old lady.
And he says I have no choice.
