Chapter 1
I never thought that I would ever fall in love, I never pictured it. Not even as a child all the other girls planned their wedding and thought about their dream husband. My only dream was always to get out of this dead-end town. That was until I met him.
Chapter One
I woke up to my alarm clock blaring under my head. Ugh, it must be 7 am already. Why the fuck do I use that alarm sound? It’s the typical annoying alarm that comes with most phones, but today it’s particularly irritating. When I finally find my phone and turn off that awful sound I realize why it’s so annoying. This is not my room or my house, and I was naked. Where was I? I didn’t think I got that fucked up last night. I looked back in the bed fearing what I was going to find. Under the blanket lay a completely naked man with nice cheekbones and curly brown hair just covering his ears. Not terrible, but not the best I’ve been with. I guess you could say I’m somewhat of a whore.
The reputation started early, unlike most kids I never learned what love was, only from movies. My nickname in school was “Ride ’em Riley” and I was known to give everyone a ride. I was never taught that my body was sacred like most girls. I was taught to please whoever I was told. As my dark past creeps into my mind I shake it off just as quickly. I don’t have time to waste tears on the past. I start looking around the room for my things. I find my clothes all over the room and finally gather the full outfit. Ripped black jeans and a black corset top to match, the kind you only wear in the bedroom unless you’re someone like me. Black lace covered my torso and hugged my skin. The underwire helps push up my cup boobs but that doesn’t matter. The see-through lace giving a peek-a-boo to my pink pierced nipples is the only thing I need to get what I want. The attention of men. I grab my phone and find my purse in the living room on the floor. I guess we didn’t waste any time. I open my phone on the way to the door. It’s 730 already. Did I spend that much time just standing there? I have 13 missed calls and 4 texts. All from Taylor my best friend. Weird I do this almost every night and she never calls this much. I open the texts to see if there’s any hint to what she’s freaking out about. As soon as I saw the first text I knew I fucked up. “WHAT THE FUCK RYLEE? FUCK YOU!”
