A disruptive element

I don’t mix business with pleasure. I’ve never had a reason to break that rule.

In my world, only two things exist—control and money. People come and go, leaving nothing behind but another bill to pay. I sell them exactly what they came for. Nothing more.

Then she appeared.

She was supposed to be just another one—a girl looking to make money for school. But Zendya is stubborn, and fuck—innocent!

The more time we spend together, the more I forget why I built walls around myself. Instead of adapting to my world, she slowly started to tear it down. With every look, every argument, every rejection.

The hardest thing isn’t controlling a club full of people, but controlling myself…