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