Guilty Pleasures

Prologue

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It all started with a one night stand.

Well actually, it started with clothes. And liquor. And getting drunk.

But that's not the point. You're reading this because you want to know my story: what I want. What I need. What I did. What I crave.

It was a guy. Isn't it always a guy? Ehh, most of the time. But to be more specific, it was a gorgeous, caring, daredevil, hunk of a guy.

You know, the usual guy in all romance novels. The guy in all the fairy tales. The guy who vows to love the girl, no matter what. The guy who accepts the girl for who she is.

Now in these romantic couples' stories, life isn't always perfect. There's always some conflict that tears them apart. However, being the cliche love story couple they are, their love for each other always reunites them.

But anyways. Back to my story.

His name was Phoenix. Phoenix Micah Lyndon, to be exact.

I met him at a bar, when I was supposedly "on the hunt" for a new guy.

I got drunk, like normal people do at bars. He took me home and we... Well, we had some fun.

Little did I know that he wasn't actually drunk when he fucked me; he was perfectly sober.

Anyways, when I woke up, I had no recollection of the entire love-making we did through the night.

For me it was just a drunken one night stand.

For him, he wanted a steady relationship: something more than a one night stand.

However, I couldn't give that to him. So I left.

He felt that there was something more to me. Something that he wanted. Desperately.

So from that day forward, he was set out on baring my heart. Breaking through the walls that I had built oh-so-carefully. Finding my guilty pleasures.

And where did we end up?

Well I guess you'll have to read to find out.