Everything That Glitters (Urban)

My name is Alayna and I met André when I first moved to Philadelphia. He was perfect: tall, dark brown skin, toned, a gorgeous smile and a great personality to match. But mama always said "Everything that glitters ain't gold, baby." So how did I end up with a guy who makes Lucifer look like a saint? How did I come to love a man so full of anger, regret and trust issues? Someone who's spent their life in the streets would certainly never work out with a woman who has morals and a conscience, right? How did I grow to love a man so...damaged? Would he change himself for me? Could he ever?

***Warning: foul language & adult content.***