My Devil My Angel

I always knew I would write my story. I just didn't know how or when. I was going through life in a gray haze doing the same thing day in and day out. I lost my joy and was living a mundane existence - until I wrote this book. By writing my story, I liberated myself by allowing myself to face my demons head-on and no longer allow the past to dictate the future. The past is done and over. There is nothing you can do or say that will change it. Therefore, let it go, learn from it, and decide to move on. This is my story. Who knew two different men could set my soul on fire. One wanted to devour me, control me, bring me to my knees.
He was my devil. One evening, our worlds collided, and my life would never be the same again. Mike was tall, thin,
blonde, blue eyed, cocky frat boy and man was he hot. At the end of the night Mike walked me back to my sorority house. That's when he said something to me that would change my world forever. "Do you know that game you're playing in the bar" he asked. "I never" I said. "The next time you play, you'll be the drunkest one at the table" he whispered in my ear and then walked away. Later, my heart was shattered, broken. There's one person I could go to, he would never let me down. He was always there for me, my protector, my friend, my confidant. He was stocky, broad shouldered, very muscular, quiet, dark haired, brown eyed angel, my angel. Michael meant a lot to me. He was always my shelter and tonight I needed him more than ever. As I was lying there, Michael said "I told you he didn't deserve you," then our mouths collided, and my world shifted.