Realism

Ordinary, typical, conformed, are words never used to describe me.  I've never been one to play by the rules.  It's my world, my life and I do things my way.

I see the way they stare at my body covered in tattoos and my lavender hair, I just don't give a damn.  There is only one thing in this world that can get me fired up, that's screwing with my daughter.  As a single mom, it's my job to protect her, fight for her.  She is and will always be my top priority.

So, when I get a call that she's in trouble at school, with a boy- no less, my claws are out and ready to strike.  And the boy's father, some high society stockbroker, isn't about to deter me.  I don't care how sexy, smart and rugged he is.

Opposites may attract, and I've been down that road before, it's one I never plan to travel again.  A man like that would never be interested in a woman like me.  That I know for certain, after all I'm a realist.

Dettagli