Chapter 113. Bonus Chapter: pt. 10

Garret’s POV

I never cared much for love or women. Not in the way people romanticized it, at least. Love always seemed like a weakness to me—something that distracted people, softened them, made them vulnerable. Women, on the other hand, had always been easy. Too easy. They came and went, drawn by my looks, my status, my confidence, or maybe just the thrill of being near someone like me. I never promised anything, never pretended it was more than it was. They were there to satisfy my desires, nothing more, nothing less.

I was the life of every party I attended. Wherever I went, laughter followed, drinks flowed freely, and people gravitated toward me as if I were some kind of gravitational pull. I lived for myself, for the moment, for pleasure and excitement. Commitments bored me. Emotional attachments annoyed me. I liked my life uncomplicated, selfish, and loud.