Everyone has a nemesis.
Lancelot Hills became mine the moment we met at his office a few months ago.
Sure, he’s probably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
The perfect suit-wearing devil, scorching hot. As if he just won America’s most eligible bachelor.
But anyone with a brain knows better than to fall for him.
I know better. Believe me, I do.
He’s so arrogant, and full of himself.
A dream crusher, determined to get me under his command.
So, why can’t I focus when he’s close?
Why does the control I worked so hard to get vanish at the sound of his deep voice?
I want to fight, but inside me there’s a blank space I’m afraid only he can fill.
 
TW → Homelessness, religious cult, home violence.