My life seemed perfect. Designer clothes, platinum Amex, and a boyfriend who rocked the hell out of an Armani suit. I thought I had it all; that is, until he rode into my world.
Wrapped in denim and leather with grease-stained fingers, he was my opposite in every way. I couldn’t have him, but I wanted him anyway. And I was a girl who always got what she wanted, consequences be damned.
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