I refuse to be used.
I refuse to marry the guy who’s cheating on me.
And I refuse to fall for the billionaire who just walked into my life.
Okay… that last one might be a problem.
Just a few days ago, I was on a very long bus ride in a hideous, extremely poofy wedding dress, with no phone and almost no money, headed to the furthest place I could get to, all the while not sure if I was crying from fear or joy, maybe both.
Now I’m in Nowhere Colorado, working for my room and board, next to one of the most panty-melting men I’ve ever seen. But I’ve just left one cocky, gets-whatever-he-wants, man. I don’t need another one telling me what to do, even if it’s how to paint a house.
