Sometimes a good girl needs to be bad.
I only had one shot. One chance to impress Clint Terrance, the baddest billionaire playboy in the NYC music scene. One song to make all my dreams come true. So I did what I had to - I tugged on a sexy red dress, slipped on the highest heels I could stand in, and sung my heart out. I never expected it to work. Now hes after me. The
fake me. And Im starting to realize that one song was only the beginning, and a billionaires desire is more dangerous than even I can handle. Ive always been a good girl. All Ive ever cared about was my family, my music, and the farm I grew up on. Ive built my whole life around that,and Im in a good place. A stable place.
So why does one mans touch make me want to throw it all away?