Ever since middle school, my life has been a series of to-do lists. An ever-updating set of tasks to lead me to my life goals.
Graduate high school – check
Attend college in Houston – check
Finish a duel degree in digital design and marketing in four years- check
Launch right into a Masters of Science in Marketing- check
While working an internship at Dwiser Ad Company – check
Land a full-time job at Dwiser – check
Fall in love with a man who’ll move mountains for me – check
Okay, so I’m not dense enough that the last one was really on a to-do list, but don’t we all fanaticize about it at some point?
That gorgeous, powerful, wealthy man who makes a suit look like porn?
Those adoring glances, extravagant dinners, heart-dropping gestures, and mind-blowing sex?
The protective, feral, alpha male, who makes your skin tingle, your legs go weak, and your tongue forget how to function?
Except, somewhere along the line, it went terribly wrong.