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hook.
Now I had to go and fall for probably the most unlikely woman on the planet. She’s right. People
do look at us when we’re together, and I’ve heard more than one person wondering what we’re doing
together. And okay, for a man who’s always needed to be admired and looked at, that kind of attention
stung a little. But it didn’t take long for me to start not giving a shit. Growing up with Jonas, I learned
to develop a very thick skin. I learned not to give a shit what anybody else thought of me…as long as
they kept their fucking thoughts and opinions to themselves when it came to Jonas. When it comes to
Maya, I just forgot those lessons for a minute.
I’m coming to realize that being in Maya’s orbit is worth whatever shit she puts me through. She
has a way of looking at me that makes me feel like I’m the most interesting person on the planet.Iam,
not Zach Lee billionaire, just me, just Zach. And I want more of it. But I’m going to have to learn how
to pivot, because this woman just doesn’t react the way I expect her to.
Case in point.
“For fuck’s sake, Maya. Sit down.”
She frowns at me from the corner of the living room and shakes her head. “Nope. I’m not leaving
this spot. Not happening.”
I peel off my jacket, the custom-made suit feeling too tight lately. I toss it on the edge of the couch
as I yank at my tie. I slow down as I realize Maya’s lost that panicky look she’s been wearing since
she entered my apartment and is instead focused on me. Specifically on my hands, currently tugging on
my tie. I don’t bother hiding my smile as I pull a little harder, making her swallow.
This is what’s going to fucking save me.
I’ve been dodging women wanting to get their hooks in me for so long that I didn’t realize how
fucking frustrating it is for the one doing the chasing. Now, I’m desperate to keep Maya from walking
away before I can convince her we’d be great together.
I may not have any experience in relationships, but I sure as hell am smart enough to figure it out.
If fucking Colton can be a husband, I sure as hell can be, too.
Wait…husband? Where the hell did that come from?
Tossing my tie on top of my jacket, I undo the top two buttons of my shirt, Maya’s eyes on me. The
idea of being someone’s husband is messing with my mojo, throwing me off my game. It doesn’t
sound good…or maybe it does. One woman in my life from this day forward? It’s crazy.
