Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight-and now, her damn fiancé.

Technically, Rhys Granger was mine now. Billionaire. Devastatingly hot. A Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared. And honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on him for years. This was my shot, right?

Wrong.

One night, he slapped me. Over a chipped mug my sister gave him. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. Didn't even see me. I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth a coffee cup.

So I slapped him back, dumped his ass, and braced for chaos-my parents flipping out, Rhys having a billionaire meltdown, his terrifying family plotting revenge.

Obviously, I needed alcohol.

That's when he appeared.

Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot-the kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him once before. And that night, he happened to be in the same bar as my self-pitying, slightly drunk self.

So I did the only logical thing: dragged him into a hotel room.

It was reckless. Stupid. Absolutely worth it.

Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.

And as it turns out? The best decision I ever made.

Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's darker, more dangerous than I ever imagined.

And now? He's not letting me go.