Meet Mark Donovan.
CEO of a multi-billion dollar global empire.
Chiseled to the nth degree.
And a man I want nothing to do with.
I know the type.
A bad-boy who fills out a Tom Ford suit or pair of Calvin’s in equally drool-worthy ways.
At his core,
The worst kind of heart-breaker.
The kind who doesn’t even know he did it.
Eight years ago I nearly died.
And it wasn’t that I didn’t remember her.
I didn’t recognize her. There’s a difference.
She was a kid.
And I was a soldier…
Two seconds from deploying with her brother for our third, and final, tour.
One I wasn’t sure I’d be coming back from.
She thinks I don’t remember.
That kiss was beautiful. Innocent.
It kept me alive when I thought it might be my last.
How could I ever forget?
I came back broken. Heartless. Ruthless.
I grew rich beyond my wildest dreams by burying the best parts of myself.
Who I was. What I’d been through.
Killing away all the pieces of me that mattered…everything except that kiss.