Prologue
Grant Owen.
A man who had it all; wealth, popularity, women. Not necessarily in that order.
He became the ultimate male who was allergic to love.
You'll think;
"Come on... Hasn't it always been like this with men like Grant?"
The more you have, the more you want.
Do you have a lot of money? It's not enough. You want more because more unnecessary needs are created.
Do you have popularity? You want more. Why should you only be famous in your city and not worldwide? Clearly the latter is much better than the former.
Do you have women? Why only have your relationship and not also have secret dates or more women? Of course, if you have a good memory, this lifestyle works perfectly fine because you will remember each woman's name, and you will not confuse them, or you will not confuse your dates.
Love sabotages things a bit for such men, as long as they see it from their own wrong perspective. They believe that love makes everything monotonous, boring, tiring. Who lives with one woman until the end of their life? Life needs variety, right?
Men like Grant are chasing intense emotions. You can also call them adrenaline junkies. They don't want any drama nor tears.
For God's sake, they detest these! They hate them! They look like to them what garlic does to vampires!
Intense emotions for them are the different experiences with hot women.
Grant.
A successful businessman.
A Grand Narcissist.
A Grand.... Grant.
True to his name in assholeness, and...in another thing... down there...-you know what...!
We established that Grant is his name.
But when someone who has everything and then some more, suddenly loses the ground under his feet, we say that life has fucked him up!
He thinks that, he has everything under control. However, unfortunately, he is completely unaware of his situation...
Brenda Safe.
A mysterious neurologist-surgeon, appears suddenly in Grant's life.
She is the only one who knows how to handle him, and seems to know all his buttons to drive him crazy.
But Grant does not know that his haunting past is closer to him than he thinks, just a breath away, waiting for the right moment for revenge...
When the inevitable meets him, he has a great dilemma between remorse and love.
What is more preferable?
To tell the naked truth or remain silent?
"Shh, my love! In love, words are unnecessary! In love, words stop, lips close and then, hearts start talking."
