This isn’t love. It’s obsession. Otherwise, I can’t explain what’s happening to me. Instincts, hormones, chemistry. Because reason can’t make sense of my passion for such a scoundrel. He changes women like gloves. For him there’s no love—only sex and satisfying his bodily desires. Each woman in his hands is a toy. A toy for a night, a week, a month. And with each one, he doesn’t keep loyalty. He’s a rich guy and a rake. I’m just his father’s company’s simple secretary—unlucky enough to get in his way…