I actually slept. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve gotten more than four hours of sleep in a night.

After boarding, I went straight to the bedroom and slept for a solid seven hours. Didn’t dream; just slept. Got up, took a shower, and here I sit, with a cocktail.

Fucking free. I grin and look over at the large TV, where a soccer game is on the screen.

My phone vibrates, alerting me that I’m getting several emails. For the first time ever, though, I don’t check them. They all can wait.

Christ, what should my plan be? I can’t just take her, lock her in my room with me until she submits.

Yeah, not an option, even though I want to.

I might have to do some groveling. My lips curve up—I’ve never had to grovel a day in my life. But I’ve also never felt like this before.

Love.

Rachel’s spiteful face appears in my mind as I replay her words. “I saw you with her. I watched the way you kissed her, looked at her. You’re in love with her, and you don’t even know it.”

“Shit.” I bring the drink to my lips and take two big swigs.

Is that what this is?

Love?

Pansy-ass word, which I don’t ever use, unless I’m talking about my mom, dad, or brother. Yet here I am in my private jet, chasing after this woman who’s destroyed my peace, ripped my heart open, and made me question my very beliefs.

I’ve left my career and house, and dumped my fiancée all because when I close my eyes, she’s all I see.

My addiction. Whatever, I now accept that I can’t quit her. I want to wake up every morning inside her, and go to sleep every night the same way.

I don’t even care if I ever step foot in a courtroom again. I’ve conquered that part of my life. I worked hard, tackled it, and won.

Because that’s what I do. I win. But with Raven… I bring the drink to my lips and finish it. I fucked up. I wanted to hurt her, break her, and now I need to put her back together and fucking worship her. But first, I need to get her to forgive me.

What if she says no?

She can’t say no. Not if I don’t give up. That’s one thing everyone in Raven’s life has done.

No one has ever put her first: not her father and certainly not Rachel. But I’m going to.

I want to give her everything. And not just my money. I want her to know that I’m hers.

That I’d easily die for her, since living without her is not an option.

Is that love?

She’s become my world…

My life.