Blake Earnshaw is untouchable.
To some, he’s like a god, a real-life Prince Charming.
To me, he’s a living nightmare.
He thinks he can show up and take all I have left because he’s rich.
He thinks his stellar reputation is enough to subdue me.
When that isn’t enough, he’s not above using threats.
When you’re numb, anything that makes you feel is a big deal.
Blake Earnshaw incites rage.
He’s hot as hell, arrogant as sin, and he lit me on fire.
He’s the devil incarnate.
How do I know?
Our black hearts are alike, and he started a fight.
But I’m going to finish it.