I own you now.
Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss.
I make myself available to him, he pays my bills.
I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy.
Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement.
Giving myself to him is easy.
He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.
It’s a win-win for both of us, so long as I remember one thing:
Don’t fall in love.
Bobby calls the shots, but he doesn’t play for keeps.
I’m a toy, not his happily-ever-after.