Lorenzo Rossi a wealthy businessman finds himself spellbound by the enigmatic beauty of Malaya Caruso after their fateful encounter. Their meeting sets off a whirlwind of emotions as Lorenzo becomes captivated by her very being.
Malaya guards her h...
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I loved being up at 12am.
Those were the hours the world stood still and my thoughts run rampant, thinking about every embarrassing moment and every experience I've had in my 20 years of life. This night, however, my mind settled on the past relationships I've had that made me into the person i am today, numb and just fucking over it.
In the past, I thought I was experiencing love, that two out of the three boyfriends I had loved me. God, I was so wrong.
My last relationship was my last straw. It was a pattern with these men, but I held on to the hope of love. No matter how many talking stages proved futile, how my exes absolutely dogged me, I still believed I would find my dream man that would love me unconditionally until Damon.
The beginning was perfect. Dates multiple times a week, sweet messages, calling for hours, I thought he was the one, completely forgetting about the 19 theory. I thought I would be spared until the cracks formed. I gave this man my body, something that held value to me and from there, a switch flipped.
Then came the lying, manipulation, gaslighting, slow replies, then finally, the cheating. After having the audacity to cheat on me, while high on psychedelics, he proceeded to tell me he was only focused on one thing, fucking me. He got what he wanted and there was no need to pretend anymore.
I left his life like a thief in the night, shattered. He took a part of me that day, a part I'll never go back for. Since that day I had given up. Given up on the societal promise of love and marriage. The advice videos taught me love wasn't real and men only wanted one thing.
Damon taught me.
I had just entered my 20s anyway, who needed men when you had yourself and a friendship that a relationship with a man could never compare to. I was content with my life despite sometimes desiring companionship. All men have to offer me are things I stopped wanting from them. Love, marriage and money. All i need is my own love and I make my own money.
I've filled my life with beautiful things that bring me joy and I don't feel the need to conform to societal standards. I'm healed and content and I have everything I need in my sky rise apartment that I paid for with my own money. I don't need a crusty man coming in the middle of that, throwing me off track, being needy and sucking away my youth.
I cringed, snapping myself out of my thoughts. "This is the last time I'll think about that bum," I told myself, sick of having Damon creep into my thoughts.
And anyway, I needed to get to bed, I had a viewing tomorrow. I was a 20 year old real estate agent, my career was just starting out and I had to keep making good impressions if I wanted to live a comfortable life.
I couldn't let my guard down, not after what happened. Not after knowing the true nature of men. I held this sentiment dear to my heart.
Until him.
A/N: First chapter of my new book🫢made it short but longer chapters are coming, hope you guys like it. 🎀
