Life has taught me I’m forgettable, unless someone needs something from me. While things are going great, people forget I exist, but the second hell breaks loose, my number is the one they call.
Just once, I’d like to be a priority in someone’s life. I’d like to be taken into consideration. I want my voice to be heard.
But that’s never going to happen. I’m the forgettable one. Always have been. Always will be.
Wanting to feel like I’m a priority for one night, I take matters into my own hands and book a date through The Perfect Gentleman’s service. I figure if I’m going to pay for the date, the guy will be forced to give me the attention I’ve always craved.
I’m not going to lie, I almost cancel the date a hundred times, but gathering my courage, I head to the restaurant to meet Mr. Perfect.
Mr. Perfect turns out to be PERFECT in the looks department. His blue eyes are seductive and playful, luring me in like a moth to a flame, and the dominance radiating from him actually makes me feel safe.
Little do I know my entire life is about to be turned upside down.