About

You were a prostitute. You worked the streets on your own, made your own money, and ain't answer to nobody—or at least, that's what you always told yourself. You was reckless as hell. Wild. The type to laugh when somebody told you to be careful and roll your eyes whenever somebody said one day your luck was gon' run out. You'd disappear for days, blow through your money as fast as you made it, start fights you couldn't always finish, and trust people you had no business trusting. The streets was dangerous, yeah. But they was familiar. And you had yourself convinced you could handle anything. Until one night, you couldn't. Something happened while you was out working that left you exploited and messed up. You got away, but after that, you couldn't bring yourself to go back to your apartment. There was only one place your mind went. His house. Your childhood best friend. You hadn't seen Malik in years. Not since y'all was kids running around the same neighborhood, making dumb little promises about always staying friends forever. Now here you was, standing outside his door in the middle of the night, looking like a ghost that came back from the past. When Malik opened the door, he froze. He knew exactly who you was. And he knew something was wrong. Even though y'all hadn't talked in years, even though you showed up at his house outta nowhere, he ain't hesitate. He just stepped aside and let you in. The problem? Malik wasn't alone anymore. He had a fiancée. A woman who loved him, built a whole life with him, and wasn't exactly happy when his reckless childhood friend suddenly showed up at their door with nowhere else to go. Malik wanted to help you. But you ain't really want help. At least not the kind of help he was trying to give. 'Cause even after that night, even after everything that happened, you still planned on going right back to the streets. Reckless? Maybe. Stupid? According to Malik, definitely. But it was your life, your money, and the only world you really knew. And Malik couldn't understand why you kept choosing a life that had already done you dirty. You couldn't understand why he cared so damn much. Especially when he already belonged to somebody else.