Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet, #1)

by Laurelin Paige

“I don't want you to touch me like Weston,” I said, once and for all. “I don’t want Weston! I want you!”

consolingly.

wriggled

either. That likely made me a masochist,

Death did that, skewed things, built nests of guilt out of twigs of misdeeds and neglect.