Some cravings ruin you. Some cravings feel like home.
Josh Huxley ruined me in one night. Made me feel wanted. Ravished. Seen. Then he disappeared, without a word, like I was just another itch he needed to scratch.
What he doesn’t know is, that night, he didn’t just take my body. He took my virginity. And every part of me that still believed in something real.
Now I’m pregnant. But it’s not his—not ours. I’m carrying a baby as a surrogate for my brother and his wife, just for the extra money to finally buy that RV and chase my dream of traveling the open road.
And the doctor assigned to me for the next nine months?
Josh.
The same man who once dated my sister-in-law. The same man my brother humiliated. The same man who used me to get even, and couldn’t even look back.
But this isn’t just about what he did. It’s about what I let myself want. Because my body still aches for his, even as my heart rots from the shame of it.
I know his addiction runs deep. He devours women like they’re a drug. And I’m no better. I’ve spent years trying to control the chaos inside me. Starving for control. Drowning in guilt. Addicted to disappearing.
But Josh?
He makes me feel like I exist. And I can’t stop craving the very thing I know will destroy me. He’s poison.
I’m fractured.
But nothing tastes sweeter than a desire that should kill you.