How is she supposed to just… stop?

It’s all she’s ever known.

And now that her life feels as if it’s on the brink of romantic collapse, maybe it is time she takes a step back.

Delete all the dating apps.

No more swiping right more than left.

No more lackluster texts. No more ghosting. No more bad dates dressed up as possibilities.

It’s time to do something about this.

It’s the third date.

And you know what that means.

Isla Monroe certainly does.

After exfoliating herself into near-divinity with expensive seaweed-infused body products and achieving what can only be described as Rich-Bitch energy, she's convinced tonight is mandatory sex night.

Ben—the mysterious gentleman with the devastating kiss and frustratingly perfect manners has no idea what he’s in for. Or does he?