J.D. Wilder strides into my hotel bringing the dark musky scent of sin with him. Arrogant and powerful, he’s the president’s eldest son. Even after all these years, I can still taste him on my lips. But when he speaks, there’s not a glimmer of the boy I once loved.
He struck a deal with my parents. That’s what he claims. Loaned my mother the money she desperately needs to stay alive. Now he’s here to collect.
What does he want?
The one thing I will never give him.