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was better than nothing.
    “We’re here for you,” Flynn said. “Our door is always open.”
    “I know,” Cortland said quietly. “I appreciate that.”
    “And we love you,” I said.
    He smirked slightly. “I know that too.”

4
    Flynn
    After Zahara and I broke up, I didn’t want to be in a relationship ever again. I loved her and wanted her for the rest of my life, but the way we drifted apart made me realize love wasn’t as strong as I initially thought. She was okay with being apart from me. That wasn’t normal.
    So, I got laid a lot. It was fun, light-hearted, and easy. I met a lot of really cool girls that could make me laugh without trying. I met supermodels and girls who loved sports. I’d been around, and I never regretted that journey I took. I was determined to be a bachelor for the rest of my life. Since it was too hard to tell if women were with me for my money or status, I just avoided it altogether. Never once did I think there was a single girl in the world who could completely change my way of thinking.
    But there was. She had green eyes, blonde hair, and curves that could kill.
    I still remember the way she flashed me a look of disgust in that auditorium. Her disdain for me caught my attention. I usually got looks of lust and longing, not hatred. And the fact I was her boss surprised me even more. I’d already thought she was attractive, but then I became desperate to talk to her.
    And when I did, I wasn’t prepared for the personality that came out of her mouth. Like a line caught in the water, I was hooked. She had no idea who I was. She had no idea I was rich. And she called me a cocky asshole right to my face.
    I know it’s unorthodox, but that’s how I found her, the girl that could make me settle down. Monogamy was back on my list, and I kept my hands to myself. Shit, I even kept my eyes to myself. This girl was pure gold and diamonds. And she was mine.
    I didn’t like girls who were damaged or had a bunch of emotional problems. I steered away from that shit. I didn’t have the patience or compassion to give a shit. But Hazel…she was different. When she told me why she was pushing me away, I actually cared. When she told me how much her ex hurt her, it hurt me. And that just told me what I already knew—that I loved her. That I fell in love with her within the first month of dating her.
    I thought that would scare me but it didn’t. It just inspired me to keep working my ass off to get her to trust me. I wasn’t known for my monogamy, but if I was in a committed relationship, my heart and soul were in it. I’ve never cheated in my life. If I wanted to get laid by someone else, I’d just end the relationship. But that wasn’t going to happen with Hazel.
    This may be too early to tell, but I was pretty sure I found my future wife. I didn’t miss my old bachelor life and I didn’t miss all the parties and the girls. Staying home with her and watching her read a book was all the entertainment I needed.
    The things I loved most about her were her biggest flaws. She was stubborn, like, ridiculously stubborn. She wouldn’t ask for help if her life depended on it. But that made me feel loved when she finally accepted my help. And I liked how strong she was. Even though her life was rough, she never complained. She bottled it inside and kept her chin up.
    Her fear of cockroaches was an anomaly. When Vanessa bullied her, she didn’t take the bullshit. She stood up for herself even though she only weighed a hundred pounds. But when a tiny cockroach made a home in her bathroom, she was running and screaming.
    Her lack of confidence didn’t bother me. I liked women who knew exactly what they were worth, but I enjoyed building her self-esteem. I knew she was sexually inexperienced, and I didn’t mind teaching her all the ropes. But it still baffled me how she viewed herself. She had no idea she was beautiful. She thought her tits were too small and her body was ordinary. God, she