Some people see that word as something dirty and disgusting but I wear that title proudly. It’s what I do to stay alive—to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly but it’s not who I am. I’m usually fine with the way people look at me—men want to fuck me and women love to judge me. Repo changed all of that. He bailed me out of jail and held me prisoner and God, I wanted to hate him. He broke down my defenses and showed me that I am so much more than just a piece of ass with a price tag on it. I want to be the woman he thinks I am but I’m afraid I’ll never live up to his expectations.
Bailing Cat out of jail was my job but keeping her close was sheer torture. What choice did she leave me though? She was a runner and if I gave her the chance she would have taken off on me and I could kiss her bond money goodbye. She was a job and the hell she put me through would all be worth it once I got my money back—at least that was the lie I chose to believe. Truth is I understand her. Hell, I was Cat—doing whatever I had to survive. She’s so willing to accept the labels that society has given her but I’m ready to add one more to the list—wife.