**After the accident I became no one**I'm a blank slate. I don't remember the larger things you take for granted, like who am I, where I live, or if I have a family. I remember nothing of importance. The only clues are in the ruins that surround me. Walking into the club, the growly voice behind me entices me to learn about myself. To look at this moment instead of the past. To find out what my new life can be if I give it a chance. He's excessive, he's empowering, he's dangerous. He's more than I bargained for. The ex-MMA fighter that owns the hottest sex club in New York is everything I should avoid. I swore it would be only one time, but as his hands roam I'm not sure this is something I could give up. Not even for a glimpse of who I was.As I build new memories, can I give themand himall up for the past I'm missing?