I returned to the computer to type in Twitter. Me: Wait. I could be anyone. I could be a trucker living in a village with a sexless life. Probably scratching my balls in the basement and I tend to lure hot men in my dungeon. Heath: The story is quite interesting and thanks for telling me I am hot. Yes you maybe. But you are not. You are quite beautiful. I frowned at the screen. What I thought...He was an egoistical asshole. I maybe beautiful. I am not in self-care, so, I don't really know if I am beautiful. But...how the hell does he know what I look like? Me: How do you know what I look like? I don't have my pictures posted in Twitter. My profile is a photo of the rain and snow in Leavenworth. So, there is no way, he could say my appearance. Probably he guessed it. ________________________________________ It all started with a Twitter feed but as time goes, spending a wild night and experiencing the best orgasm, Callista Embrey finds herself in a rollercoaster ride. With feelings, mysteries, sex, past, involved, she fulfills her legacy - more like revenge. Secrets get unfold and she finds herself and her past involved with her one sided love - Heath 'O-Maker' James. Six people. Three love stories. Two companies. A billionaire - CEO. A Personal Assistant. Feelings. Past. One mission and Twitter Feed. How will these end, when one is headstrong and the other can't convey how he feels?