The Price of Taming a Playboy

Mason Vance was an infamous player on campus. He was drop-dead gorgeous, insanely wealthy, and had courting down to a science.

In less than two months, he had dated practically every type of girl at our university.

The straight-A bookworms, the gorgeous campus queens, the sweet and gentle souls.

I was the only one he spent two months chasing without ever catching.

Everyone thought I would be the good girl to finally tame the bad boy.

Only I knew the truth: he never actually loved me.

So much so that much later, with bloodshot eyes and broken pride, he trapped me against a brick wall.