King was always mine in a game.
But his queen was different.
So I played with him...
The golden boy of London’s mayor, whose name was on everyone’s lips was never ready for my checkmate.
It got him tangled in a dirty game of my little secrets that slipped into his bed every night and left before sunrise, with a naughty glass of wine, and an innocent kiss.
He asks me one question every night before I leave.
"Where is Olivia?"
The clue to finding her was my lips sealed with an answer...
"Find me first, best friend."