Can be read as a standalone story.
Her car died outside my biker bar. A prim little assistant DA, gripping the wheel like it could save her. I should have fixed her engine and let her drive away. I kept her card instead.
I’m the Stanhope heir. Billions I never wanted, ink she can’t stop staring at.
She’s engaged to a man who folds his socks. Twenty-eight years old and never been touched. She thinks she’s the good girl and I’m the mistake. Wrong.
I’m the one who found out what that buttoned up suit was hiding. I took my time. Took her innocence. Made her beg for it in a voice she never uses in court.
Now her mother wants me gone and her pastor wants her repentant. Too bad. She was never going to be his. She was always going to be mine.
