My name is Angelica McCoy and I am a man-eater. I use men. I use them to make me feel worthy and beautiful, to help me get through the day. To help me forget. That is until a certain man walked into my life and turned it upside down. He's the only person that's been able to see through the lies, the bullshit masks. He turns every wall I've carefully constructed around my broken heart to rubble. Without questioning it, without asking for permission he takes my heart and makes it his. The question is can I get over my own fears, the suffocating disbelief in happily ever after to give him what he needs? What he deserves?