My name is Caroline Wilson. British by name and sexual frustrated by nature...just kidding...only a little bit. I am only that way for one guy and one guy only, My best friend, Taylor Thompson, the biggest player this world has ever known and yet I still adore him.
Did I mention I am a twenty one year virgin?
How sad......that's until one night, when I met this handsome stranger that I barely even remember his face....I remember his eyes though....the most piercing silver-grey eyes I had seen.... giving up my virginity to him after I had been saving it for Taylor who disregarded me and barely even saw me....that wasn't such a good idea...I wish I had known it then.
I'm not psychic, how could I have known that I had fallen into a demon's pit?
"You want me" he said into my neck, whatever he was saying was the truth, doesn't matter that I couldn't register any of it.
At just the sound of his voice, I was already his for the taking, "I want you " I whispered obediently.
Taylor who? thats right....oh please...keep dreaming...you know very well who taylor is....this my sad story!