Midas Hood
I don't know how I found myself in this situation. Seriously, I should have known better. I was ready to hand over my f-boy card, until I was presented with an offer I couldn't refuse. Now, I'm in a predicament I never saw coming. My first rule in celebrating a naughty holiday is to never confess anything in bed that could come back to haunt me in the light of day. And I swore I'd never forget that notion... Until the object of all my frustrations - and obsessions - comes walking through the door of my place looking gorgeous, determined, and out for blood. Particularly mine.