BRITNEY
Was I feeling bad for myself? Maybe. Foolish? More like it. Why would a man like Josh Knight ever like me in the first place? The man was gorgeous; he dated supermodels and actresses, not to mention he was insanely rich. Why had I ever thought it would be okay to reach out to him, much less enter into a relationship with him? Not a clue. But even all that aside, the man was damaged goods. Completely and utterly in love with someone else. And I knew this going in–from her side of the story, in which she told me, while holding me under some sort of spell, in a hospital room. Mhmmm, yup, that’s right. Yeah, I don’t sound freaking insane.
These were the thoughts inundating my mind as I tried to relax and read. Tried being the operative word. Letting my own insecurities get the best o
