Betrayal

This man dominated every situation. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.

Our first time,” he said, “because there will be more than one time, won’t be what you deserve.

Our first time will be what you want, what you fantasize about. I’m going to take you, right here, right now.

I was once again, Miss Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, the flawless proper lady, pretentious to the help, and people pleaser—the well-bred Southern belle who wore the mask of perfection because no one wanted to see the truth underneath.

DREAMS, LIKE FAIRYTALES, all come to an end. We wake or turn that final page. There’s no escaping it. It may take days, years, or an entire lifetime, but forever doesn’t truly exist.

I looked into the pale blueness of his eyes.

hope was nothing but a vindictive bastard that took up residence inside and gave a false promise of something outside of your control.