Before Sawyer Bishop, I was innocent.
He was my mentor and my father’s business partner. He was never meant to be my lover.
The first time he touched me I was twenty-three. As I lay quivering on the floor of my father’s study, relieved of my virginity, I recall how satisfying it felt to finally do something wrong, something forbidden, something a little vengeful to help me feel anything beyond the pain of their abandonment.
But Sawyer Bishop was as ruthless as the rest of them.
I never meant to fall in love with him.
He had a power over me.
I would have given him anything.
Between us lived a billion secrets, a billion stolen glances, and a billion lies.
He was my first love, my first enemy, and the first man to truly break my heart.
But he could not break me.