RULE HIM

her skin, drowning out the nagging voice in her head telling h

ide her. Screw him. Screw the ex who left her raw and humiliated. Screw love. She wasn't looking

the music. Eyes followed her-men drawn to the way her dress clung to her curves, t

against his body. He was tall, rough around the edges, and when he leaned i

ing her head up to meet his

through her. Good. She needed this. Needed to fe

re," he murmured, vo

d his hand with

heartbreak. Tonight