Dark Cherries

He was an angel that night.

I’ll never forget the way his eyes scored my soul. Or maybe that was the drink and drugs clouding my vision. I really can’t tell you. All I can tell you is that he took me back to a mansion in the hills overlooking LA instead of returning me to my camp in tent city.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m homeless.

But everything that haunts me takes a backseat because the morning after, I’m confronted by a Russian male model and a bad boy with shades. They say they are my savior’s “roommates.”

Hah. As if I believe that for one second.

I doubt them all, and I would have left…I really would have. If it weren’t for the offer he made.

Shawn Van Doren, as I come to know him, is a billionaire. He owns the world’s most renowned chain of hotels and seeks control like it’s his drug. When he offers me ten-thousand dollars to pose as his socialite girlfriend…I say no.

Sike. I said yes. You think a hungry homeless girl would turn that down? Not in a million years.

But this choice proves to be my deal with the devil. This choice seals my fate. This choice is what catapults me into a world of danger, money, mobs, and lies.

But I’ll tell you a secret…

I have nothing to lose. No home, no family, nothing. I don’t fear them, and I don’t fear death.

I’m not the innocent little girl that they think I am, and this? This is exactly what the wicked girl inside me craves.