When the Blonde Bitch broke my heart ten years ago, I had vowed two things. One: I would never waste my time on loving someone again. Two: I would never have anything to do with the Blonde Bitch again. When I met my 736th notch, I broke that first vow. The minute I saw Blair, the second our eyes met, the microsecond I tasted her in my mouth, I knew that was the one vow I had to break. But the second vow, that I would keep. That vow I had control over. That vow I would take to my grave. But I couldn't have been more wrong. Because Fate had other plans in mind. Fate was in on a cruel joke, and I was its target.