How could I have let Maxwell Brandt kiss me? I can't stand the arrogant, billionaire who treats women as if they were disposable, to be used then thrown away. Who the heck am I kidding? I'm just as bad because I kissed him back, with a hunger I've never known before. Despite the fact Max keeps coming back to entice me, I stand firm. I won't cheat on Kevin, my fiance. I won't become that person, no matter how badly my body wants him.

Until the moment Max drops a bomb that destroys everything. Kevin has been cheating. His words destroy the illusion I've been hiding behind, because I know he's telling the truth. Breaking things off with Kevin isn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be, my pride hurts more than my heart.

All I want to do is hide and lick my wounds but Max demands I fulfill the promise of that kiss, in a rush of anger, pain, and hunger, I give in. The feeling of being wanted by a man like Max wiping away the humiliation of Kevin's betrayal. Maybe a fling, a rebound affair, is exactly what I need. No promises, no expectations, and no broken heart. At least, that's the way it started.