An all-consuming need…

Evvie Neal was my addiction. The love I felt for her

controlled me and it brought me to my knees. She was my one. My only.

Destroyed as a boy, healed as a man, she was my

saving grace. The first person who knew the real me. Because of her, I became

stronger. Whole. A true warrior in my own personal Hell.

As time went on, demons from my past haunted me,

threatening to ruin what I had worked so hard to become. Strong.

The ultimate sacrifice was giving up a piece of

myself to be perfect. For her.


My dear sweet Evvie. My wife. My lover. My one. My only.

I’m writing this as a way for you to get to know me further.


You know parts. Pieces. But do you really know all? I’m not

a man of many words, as you know. I’d prefer to show you how I feel through the

use of our bodies. Loving every inch of you, every curve, every freckle, as we

move as one.

The first time that I met with Dr. Santos without you, he

told me to start writing in a journal. He said it was a way for me to get out

of my head. I told him he was a contradicting asshole. He laughed. I’m not a

nice person when you’re not around, my sweet Evvie. I don’t take well with

being told what to do. This is why I own my clubs. Why I’m the boss. Why I’m in

control. I need it. I can’t have it any other way or else my life would be

fucking miserable. The only good thing in it, is you. You are my strength. My


After I left Matteo’s office, his words bounced around in my

head and I found myself at a book store. A black leather bound book filled with

blank pages called to me. I remember my fingers tingling as it drew me in with

each step I took towards it. The need to have the small 5×8 book took control.

It was thrilling really. It was the same feeling I got when I first met you

months ago.

I never told you how I felt. That moment when I walked in on

you hugging Kane, a deep seeded need to rip his face off surfaced. It shocked

me to the core, taking my breath away. I had never felt that way about anyone.

I told you that I had an ex, someone who ripped my heart out when her boyfriend

came back. Well with her, I never felt how I feel with you. I never had the

urge to mark her as mine. To control her. With you? Evvie, I have to be in

control of you. In the bedroom at least. Other times? You are your own woman. I

know it. You know it. But I love you more every day that you submit to me when

we play. I thank you for giving that piece of yourself to me. I know it’s hard

to lose control. Trust me.

Now, this book is for my thoughts but I think it will be

filled with so much more. This will be my gift to you, my little vixen. I can’t

tell you how happy my words will be. You know my past. My history. But all you

know is what I’ve told you. Let me show you what has really happened. Allow me

to suck you in with my words. The only thing I ask in advance is for your


With this book, I’m giving you a piece of myself. It’s like

a puzzle. Each journal entry a piece fitting into place. Some you may have to

force until you find the right one that fits. But just know that this puzzle

will reveal the real me. The whole me.

About the author:


When J.M. isn’t working her Monday-Friday 9-5 job, she’s

spending her time reading, writing and with the love of her life.

She’s an all-around Canadian girl. Born and raised in a

small city.

If you don’t see J.M. writing, you’ll find her with her nose

in a book. Whether it’s her words or someone else’s, she’s drawn to it.

J.M. loves stories with Alpha broken males and that need to

be ripped apart and put back together again. Men that fall to their knees over

a wink or a giggle from their females.

Two things you will never find J.M. without; her cell phone

and lip gloss. If she has both of those items, you have a happy girl.

Since starting her writing adventure in 2013, J.M. has met

many people, real life, online, in her head and she loves every single one of

them. Without the support from others, none of this would be possible and she’s

grateful for all that has been given to her.

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