He's a billionaire. She's an escort. They weren't supposed to fall in love...
I thought my life was over and then I met her. Or, more accurately, I won her.
She’s a hooker and yet I still can't seem to keep her out of my mind . . . or my bed.

I figure it’s fate paying me back for every bad thing I’ve ever done, because a prostitute has to be the most inappropriate match a man in my position can make. Still, I can’t stay away. One taste and Cate had a grip on me like some illicit drug. I know it’s bad, but it feels so good. She’s a hallucinogenic.

She makes me believe it doesn’t matter who she is or what she is, as long as she’s mine. And I know I won’t be able to rest until she is. Mine.

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