Boyfriend Mocked Me, I Turned and Kissed His Rival

Ken Harding was the young master of New York everyone paled at the mention of. Wild, unruly, temperamental, he was that way with everyone but me. He gave up racing for me, the thing he loved more than life. He swore to me he'd never fight again. He even quit every bad habit he had, all for me. Everyone said he was crazy about me. Then I walked in on him with his arm around another girl, telling his buddies about me: "That good girl? Won't even let you touch her. Boring as hell."