Rich boys don't fraternize with the help.
They don't care about the help.
They don't protect the help.
I should've remembered those lessons before I handed over my trust to four gorgeous, domineering boys.
But I didn't.
And now, I'm not the only one who's been hurt.
Someone out there is toying with me and my family, and I don't know who to turn to or who to trust.
I never wanted to play this game. But since the pieces are already on the board...
I'm sure as fuck gonna play to win.