SIERRA: I swear, I must have the worst luck with men. One more sleazeball date, and I might just swear off romance forever. But let's be real—I'm 90 pounds overweight, broke, and my biological clock is ticking.
Maybe I can't afford to be picky. Then he walks in. Chiseled abs, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could melt my resolve in seconds. Lust? Yeah, I can handle that. Love? Only on my terms.
A.J.: I built my billion-dollar empire from nothing. I take what I want, fight for what I need, and never back down. Women throw themselves at me—gorgeous, perfect, predictable women. And I feel... nothing. But Sierra? She's different. She doesn't chase me. She doesn't even look at me the way others do. And that makes me obsessed. I crave every luscious curve of hers. I need her.
But she won't be seen with me. Why? Is it because of her loser ex who just crawled back into town? Or is she too scared to believe a man like me could want only her?
She just needs to give me a chance. Because once I have her... I'm never letting go.