Bedwrecker

Every girl has had a broken heart.Every girl knows love hurts.Every girl has a story.This is mine…My name is Maggie May and I met him under a haze of purple lights. As cliché as it sounds he was tall, dark, and handsome as hell, and I had fireworks in my eyes…literally.It was New Year’s Eve and beneath the magic of all that glitters and shines, I fell for him and his wicked ways. The way he moved, the way he touched me, the way he brought me to orgasm over and over.You should know that I don’t believe in love. Fairytales and happily-ever-afters are never anything I’ve dreamed of…until him.Something changed the moment our eyes met. It wasn’t insta-lust or insta-love, it was simply him and me, and the dance floor at our feet.The problem is our story ended three days after it started.But now he’s back.And he says he’s sorry.Can I believe him?Do I want to believe him?He calls me his bedwrecker…but what if he wrecks me?