I started dancing at night ‘cause I needed extra money to help with my Mom’s medical bills. Chicks hounded me about my tattoos and my bed was never lonely at night, and the best part was I had my choice of any woman I wanted. I had it all figured out...until my ex Marty f*cking Leoni showed up at the club one night.
That woman was my high school piece. She had rounded out into a hot young thing whose curves would overflow in the palms of my hands.
All I did was invite her out back for a special private dance, but little did I know it would be the spark that reignited the fire that once burned between us.
Now I’m determined to figure out why the f*ck I suddenly can’t let her go.