Love, Chloe — Alessandra Torre

You know girls like me. You hate girls like me. The privileged blonde who skips her Ivy League classes when she's had too many Soho martinis. The one draped on the asshole's arm because he drives a Bugati and screws like a champ. 

I was that girl. I loved being that girl. 

Then, my door was broken in. Literally. 

And in that moment? Everything changed. 

WARNING: This sexy standalone has jaw-dropping moments, crazy sexual chemistry, and will make your cheeks hurt from smiling. Read at your own risk.