Can rich bad boys really change, or am I just kidding myself?
After being wrongly fired from my job, I ended up working the bar at the local strip club. Lucky me, right?
He introduced himself on my first shift. Tall, ripped, too handsome for his own good. You know the type.
He strolled in like he owned the place, flaunting his cash for everyone to see.
The cocky bad boy drew me in, and the worst thing is, I wanted him to.
Then his Uncle offered me enough money to get rid of all my problems. How could I resist?
I could finally clear my name and take care of my Mom!
All I had to do was get this sexy bad boy to break the law…
Indecent exposure, perhaps?