I don't know how my life got to be so messed up. Well, that's not exactly true. I knew what it meant when
The Brute offered to pay my rent, I knew exactly what he was expecting in return. What I didn't expect, was for him to be such an asshole in return, did I?
To make things more complicated, James Trent is back in my life, sleeping on my sofa. Right now, just outside my bedroom. And he's looking damn fine, too.
Not that I can think about James that way, not when The Brute is getting more demanding of my time, and my body.