He belongs to the club my father has spent a decade at war with. I belong to a life that was arranged for me before I had a voice in it — a business, an engagement, a future already written by someone else's hand.
But I looked. And he looked back.
Now we're meeting in secret on a stretch of coast between two worlds that want us apart. Every hour I spend with him is an hour I can't take back. Every night I ride home is a night I know I'm closer to the edge of everything I was supposed to be.
He makes me feel like a person, not a chess piece. That alone is dangerous enough.
My father is watching. His club is watching. The arrangement is closing in.
The only question is whether I'm brave enough to choose the wrong man — or finally, for the first time in my life, the right one.