She called me Satan the first time we met.
When I found out she worked at the local bar we had dealings with, I became more interested in her.
I made a deal with her boss to take her off his hands for a weekend.
She agreed.
Something happened that weekend, something that pushed her away.
I wasn’t ready to let her go.
So I didn’t. Her past causes drama for my club.
They don’t agree with what I’m about to do but I need her.
More than I thought I did.
And I refuse to let her go.