This story is not one of rainbows and happily ever after’s, so if you’re looking for that, stop reading. My story is fucked and deluded, just like the person telling it.

You see, I’m a trafficker. I traffic gorgeous young men for my clients.

The lonely old women whose husbands are more than likely off cheating on them.

You’re not going to like me; I’m not going to lie.

I’m a bitch, a manipulator, the type of girl your mother warned you about.