"They were kings, and for a brief part of my life, I was allowed to live inside their kingdom."

Branwen

Little girls grow up, and time steals their innocence. Memories fade, and things you love change. Except for me. You see, I fell in love at first sight when I was six years old. The problem with that was he was a grown man. My young heart had believed that he belonged to me. That should have faded with time. It didn't. Although I hadn't seen him in over twenty years, I still found myself measuring up the men I dated to him. That was until the day he walked into a nightclub in Vegas and sat down beside me at the bar.

He didn't recognize the woman I had become, but I knew exactly who he was. My heart had soared, and the flutters in my stomach that no one else had ever stirred came roaring back to life. Fate had brought him back to me.

Waking up in his suite alone the next morning with a note and a morning-after pill, with no way to contact him, had taught me that flutters were not to be trusted and that fate was a mean bitch.

Five years later, I am engaged, happy, and about to give my four-year-old daughter the life I want for her, complete with a white picket fence and a father.

That is… until I find out that I can't get married. Because I already am.

Linc

The fact that I never asked a woman I slept with her name served a purpose. If I didn't know it, then I wouldn't have to remember it. No getting them confused and saying the wrong one in the heat of the moment. Hell, I didn't remember most of their faces. I got what I needed and left. My life wasn't meant for relationships. I'd tried it. My ex-wife now lives in Europe with her current husband.

The day I walked outside to find the gorgeous blonde I'd had a wild drunken night with in Vegas five years ago handing me divorce papers and demanding I sign them, I'd been sure it was a joke or scheme to get money. The tiny replica of her that crawled out of the backseat of her car, however, struck me with an odd familiarity I couldn't place. My gut had clenched tightly, and I knew my world had just changed. The paternity test confirmed it.

This woman who had been number one in my spank bank for five years had lied to me. Stolen the first four and a half years of my daughter's life from me. She may have the face and body of an angel, but she was cruel.

The man she planned on marrying and bringing into my daughter's life wasn't happening. I'd end that. I was going to be the only father she had. I wasn't sharing her with a stepfather.

If I had to make sure her mother only wanted me, then I'd do it. When she was addicted to me, and I owned her soul—she was going to suffer. I wouldn't hurt her body, but I would break her heart. Over and over again.

Narrated in duet style.