I look pretty when I cry.

I just need someone to make me cry—and make me cry hard.

Don't hesitate to take what you want, even if I don't want the same thing. Or do I?

You want to use me, and I want to please you. We might be a perfect match.

But we'll never find out because we'll never see each other again.

You'll have the memories, and I'll have the bruises to remember you by.

Take me. Hurt me. Make me ache.

Leave me and never look back.

This is a dark daddy romance novella that will make you wonder what's wrong with you for liking it. It's okay though—I won't tell anyone. Pinky promise!