Cirice Forge doesn't know who she is. Other than a piece of paper with her name on it, she knows nothing about her time before she was dispersed into the foster system. Now, she bartends at a popular gentleman's club with plenty of ogling and still no indication of her mysterious past. That is until she meets Alex Idris, a stranger with great taste and way too much information about Cirice. Will she believe that claims he has for her, or will she end him just as she did to the last person who claimed to know about her? Note: This story contains violence, strong language, and suggestive themes. Reader discretion is advised. *I do not own Ghost or it's affiliates. Nor do I own any of the artwork/photography associated with this story. All rights belong to their owners.*