He's an arrogant complication.
I don't care if Landon Davis has sold millions of records. I don't care that his damn crooked grin makes my panties wet.
I can't want him.
I should be mourning, but I can't. I just need him gone. Then I can align the chaos floating in my head.
She has a f*cking boyfriend.
I've seen the picture of them together. But Alex Blakely still wants me. And who am I not to oblige when her body is begging for me?
I need one night to own her body.
I should be focused on getting my career out of the gutter. I'll take one night first. Then I'll be gone.