Not a Victim

Charisma was certain that she was a broken thing, held together with duct tape made from sheer will and the desire to survive, no matter the cost.

And thus she rose, out of the ashes of bad decisions and the grit of ten men.

She wasn’t looking for a man, in fact, she had enough of men to last her a lifetime.

That is, until she met him.

Jackson.

He’d watched her, waited, been in the background of her rising star for too many years and his tenacity was enough for a dozen men.

He wouldn’t stop asking, no matter she’d rebuffed him each and every time.

Until the one night her automatic no turned into maybe.

And that was all he needed to make her simple existence complicated.

He wasn’t going to let her push him away.

Not this time.

Could Charisma accept that now, she was no longer broken?