I didn’t plan on him. ...
Or for him.
Or anything that had to do with Cal Donovan from Boston.
Meeting him had been a complete and utter surprise, taking me one hundred percent off guard. I met new people every single day in my line of work and none of them affected me. Wasn’t that the way of things though? You could meet a thousand people and they’d all mean nothing to you. But then you’d meet that one and they suddenly meant everything.
Being a self-professed workaholic, everyone in my life knew that I didn’t date. It wasn’t entirely intentional on my part to be honest, I just didn’t make men a priority at this point in my life. But that wasn’t to say that if I met someone who intrigued me, that I wouldn’t give it a shot. Because I absolutely would. But therein lied the rub, very few guys sparked my interest and managed to hold it.
And that was perfectly fine by me. Work came first and I wasn’t about to apologize for that fact or feel bad about it. Not even to my ex-boyfriend Brandon when he broke up with me over two years ago because I spent “too much time at the office” when I should have been focusing at least a smidgeon of my time and attention on him. He had played the role of the supportive boyfriend at first, telling me how proud he was of my ambition and accomplishments, all the while his resentment secretly brewing until it exploded out of him one night as we sat in his living room.
He hadn’t been entirely wrong in his frustrations, but even his leaving didn’t make me want to change my priorities. All I felt when he was breaking up with me, delivering a speech he’d clearly practiced more than once, was relief. My heart leapt at the idea of focusing on my career without taking anyone else’s desires or feelings into consideration. Oh, the freedom I looked forward to experiencing and the complete absence of guilt. I knew that might have sounded harsh, but I simply wanted to build a name for myself in the high-end real estate market and I couldn’t do that half-assed. Or maybe I could have. The point being was that I didn’t want to.
Besides, when did making yourself your number one priority become such a negative thing? I wasn’t entirely sure, but I learned fairly quickly after the Brandon breakup that men didn’t like being second on the priority scale. And they seemed to be intimidated by a motivated woman, calling me things like “hard to handle,” “challenging,” and “difficult.”
Being single seemed to work best for me and I had no plans on changing my relationship status anytime soon.
And then I met Cal.
And he fucking ruined everything.