Foolish women fall in love with the bad boy.
Cane Alexander was bad boy personified.
Confident, he entered a room with his piercing blue eyes wearing a smug grin. He was the proverbial red flag wrapped up in a ridiculous set of abs.
I tried to resist him. After all, I was done being a fool.
Maybe it was his charm, or perhaps it was his persistence. Maybe it was how he entered my life and refused to leave. Whatever the reason, I fell for the one man I should’ve resisted.
Even though it made me a target.
I didn’t know if I’d become yet another notch on his bedpost or be the exception to his rules.
Or if I’d survive long enough to be either.