Chapter 13

Ever since leaving Atlanta ten years ago, I had not formed any concrete relationships with anyone. My schedule revolved around work and parties, where I only spoke to beautiful ladies whose bodies I thought would look great on my bed.

Many journalists had often mentioned my name when discussing sexual objectification, which I at first took as an insult, but later on, ignored. I loved women, beautiful women. And I enjoyed their company sometimes, even if not physically.

But in my defense, most women had sexually objectified me too, while others just walked past me for the sake of a selfie that would later bear the #vacationwithLB #inLBmansion #LBoyfriend comments. It seemed like a symbiotic relationship, and I was not particularly complaining.

Vivian was the first lady who managed to attract me by proving me wrong about women. When we met, she had flirted with me for a while, but when I tried getting on with her, she rudely declined. I hated that she made it hard for me, and taking i