Iāve been called a hypocrite.
I hate that.
I mean I give advice for clean, healthy living for a living, but when I let it slip to my fans that Iāve never been in love, Iām starting to wonder if anything I believe is real.
They are right. Iāve never let loose.
Enter Ryder, a European prince of some small country near France and Italy. Heās a notorious womanizer, and supposedly wicked in bed so the rumors state as facts.
And heās decided Iām perfect for him.
Heās perfect for me right now. Iāve never met a man so magnetically attractive.
Heās all muscles and his face just makes me grow goosebumps when Iām in the same room with him.
Do I try to live a little or should I follow my own advice and run?
True love doesnāt come from sex. I mean I practically wrote the blog on that.
And nothing about my feelings for Ryder are good for clean living.
Iām absolutely paralyzed on what I should do and I never expected what happened in the end.