Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

I won’t keep playing roles to accommodate others. It’s time I put myself first.

Love is nothing more than a form of control. And from here on out, I will be the only one in control.

Is loving a person truly enough when existing together requires so much more?

This is all her fault. She made me dependent on her. Her approval. Her praise. I became addicted to how she made me feel, and now I’m like a recovering addict, stuck in withdrawal.

I wanted to get laid and have some fun, but she manipulated me into falling in love with her, and I’ll never get my old self back now.

Love is nothing but a form of control. Manipulation. Torture.

Oop

What is the return for falling in love? There’s no guarantee they’ll love you back. There’s no guarantee they won’t cause irreparable damage.

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