Beautifully Toxic

Sinclair

I am who I am, and no one’s strong enough to change that. Except him; Alexander Pierce; the walking, talking sex God. However, the outside can trick you because that man’s the bane of my freaking existence. Here I am tattooing it up in the greater city of Detroit, and in walks that fine piece of ass. A piece I haven’t seen or heard from since that amazing night fourteen years ago; when I was sixteen. He left me after one night; heartbroken, barefoot, and pregnant. Now I find myself between a rock and hard place. The rock being our son, and the hard place being him. What the hell am I going to do?

Alex

Nothing could ever make me ready to see her again. The short, scrumptious, little morsel that turned my life upside down all those years ago. She thinks I don’t remember her, but how could I forget? She’s the only woman that’s ever seen me, for me. The only one that can successfully penetrate my hardened exterior. I find myself thinking of her often, and remembering our time together. And that had me wondering, did she remember me?