She’s a Certified W.I.L.F.
When I see Baylee at the bar, looking hot as hell, I want to approach her. Ask her out.
Bring her to bed.
Then I see a wedding ring on her finger.
I’ve never so badly wanted a woman I couldn’t have.
Then I see her approached by a man who pulls her outside and shoves her in the trunk of a car.
I don’t know who this asshole is, but I won’t let him touch her like that. She may belong to another man — but she needs a protector.
I go into beast mode and that’s when sh*t gets real crazy.
It’s a hot summer night, and there’s a wife I’d like to f*ck.
First, I need to save her. Then, I’ll make her mine.