She’s the woman I swore to hate—and the only one I ever wanted to be mine. They say life can change in an instant. Farah Todd changed mine the night she rear ended my car. Gorgeous. Shaken. And too demanding for a girl who just slammed her Honda into my Mercedes-Benz. She begged me not to call for help then went limp in my arms. So I kept my word and took her to my mansion. She woke up in my bed. Unharmed. Tempting as sin. And asked me to be her first. I knew it was reckless. I knew she was half my age. And I knew I couldn’t stop myself from having her. It was supposed to be one night with a stranger. But I’ve been chasing the memory of it— and her— ever since. Because that was months ago. The same night she slipped away without a word. Before I found out what she was running from and why I should hate her. Now I’ve tracked down the one woman I can never forgive or forget.