"Do you know what I love most about brats, Ruby Red?"

"What, Sir?"

"Watching them break."

Years ago, I made a promise to myself. That I would never again put myself at the mercy of a man.

Especially a man as sinfully rich and gorgeous as Beckett Stone.

Until the day a stupid little bet put me exactly where I swore I'd never be again. On my knees, ready to surrender it all for two little words.

Good girl.

I keep telling myself it's casual. Just a club fling I can walk away from whenever I want.

And I should. Walk away, that is.

Because I'm not the only one with a shattered past. The ghosts that haunt Beckett's dark, brooding eyes tug at my heartstrings. They make me want to forget all the promises I've made for myself. To throw caution to the wind and beg him to take a chance on me. On us.

To beg him to Bet on Me, Daddy.