King of Pride

After all, we had the rest of our lives to finish it

“And everything else…faded. We’ve been through some dark times, but you were always the brightest part of my life. Even when we broke up. Even when I walked out. Just knowing you existed somewhere in this world was enough.”

“I’ve always prided myself on being the best. I had to be number one. I had to win. I collected prizes and awards because I saw them as a reflection of my self-worth, and I thought nothing tasted better than victory. Then I met you.”

“And I don’t want to imagine living after you.”

“I never really lived before you,”

I’d never fallen in love before her. Once I did, I did it the way I did everything else. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably

hoped to God no one ever found out about the power this woman had over me, or I would be done for

No. Because if anyone saw you like that, I’d have to kill them

Absolutely fucking not. Her dry spell has been broken. By me

I’d graduated top of my class from Oxford and Cambridge, lettered in tennis and polo, and spoke seven languages fluently. I’d founded a charity for funding the arts in underserved areas when I was eighteen, and I was on the fast track to becoming one of the world’s youngest Fortune 500 CEOs.