It's quite simple and quiet different. A story about two people Billionaire Brenda. "She spits fire, the space that was supposed to have her heart is dark and cold, " they say. But there's a problem. Only the tiny circle around her know how fragile she is, how small she feels and how lonely she is. Kendall Cruse. Brenda's driver who soon became her lover. He promised himself never to love. Never to have a partner because of what he witnessed growing up. My guy is in love with his body. Works out two times a day seven days a week, he's a strict vegetarian, loves animals and most importantly cracks jokes about everything. He is literally every girls dream, right ? He's just the representation of perfect. But what's on the inside. A/N: if you want to know what will conspire between the two try reading my book, My driver, My lover. PS: I don't need hate. Bye loves.