I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder.
It began as a ruse.
Take a girlfriend. Divert the press from the fucked up mess that’s my family until my father is re-elected. Stage a public breakup. Move on.
Shaw Mercer commaned my body and my mind today like he knew exactly what I needed. I was his playground. His toy. He directed. I readily obeyed.