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Prologue

Ten Years Ago

To all the lovers,

Have you ever seen a heart run over by a semitruck? Neither had I until tonight. But there’s no point in letting some tire tracks veer me off my path.

Here’s my list of rules to never,everlet an asshole walk all over me again.

1. No falling in love.

Feelings make you weak. Stop showing those pesky inconveniences to someone who’s seen you naked.

2. Break their heart before they break yours.

You don’t need a college degree to make sense of that one.

3. And most importantly, never give him head.

He doesn’t deserve it.

Tomorrow, I’m going on my first date in three years with someone new. Stay tuned for an update on the lucky, or should I sayunlucky, victim.

Kisses from me to you,

Zoe Mona

Chapter1

Lily

Aremy morals worth twenty dollars?

My fingers trace over the seam of the leather wallet again, counting each of the crumpled bills.

Twenty-three dollars, to be exact.

Ah fuck it, morals are for the weak.

There’s no doubt Mr. Penthouse-Apartment-but-Doesn’t-Tip-the-Bartender will notice if his lunch money disappears. He’s still fast asleep as I pluck the loose bills and shove them into the crook of my bra. I stumble out of the maze of oversized windows and hardwood floors and hail myself a cab.

It takes one drum of a heartbeat for a taxi to squall onto the curb. I slide in. “Mademoiselle on East Sixty-Eighth Street.”

“You got it.” My cabbie winks at me through the rearview.

Mr. Penthouse didn’t even offer to order me a car home, which is theleasthe could’ve done after last night’s debacle.

A tremor rollercoasters up my spine.

My date fainted while he was inside me.

Not from one too many drinks—although I’m sure the three negronis he knocked back didn’t help.

He fainted because ofme.

One minute, he was clumsily thrusting into me as if trying to rear a prized horse, and the next, he was on the floor.

Presumably dead.

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