He’s arrogant, immature, and is a colossal capital D.
And you know what he did?
He got down on one knee...and proposed!

Brian

I am not a piece of meat. I mean, I am a piece of meat. A big, savory, twenty-ounce piece of meat. But I’m not only a piece of meat.

And I'm absolutely not some trophy who relishes being pinched, photo-bombed, objectified, or used to feed the accounts of crazed Insta-stalkers worldwide. And whoever swiped my watch, I'm dead serious, I need it back. (It was a birthday gift from my little sister, and if she catches wind that it's missing, she’ll go absolutely ape. Trust me, no one wants that.)

Anyway, I’m over it. I need a break. Well, more like I need a complete escape from the media circus. Which means I need to be left alone for some quality me-time. I need a woman I can trust. But above all else, I need someone who truly gets the importance of personal boundaries.
After all. This is a business arrangement, nothing more. Lucky for me, I know the perfect girl.

Sweet Juliana Spenser.

Jules to her family and friends. Ms. Spenser to me.

Fortunately, she's currently unattached, a proud introvert, believes social media is the devil, and happens to be the baby sister of a man I served with, and—insert heavy sigh—she hates me. As a matter of fact, she hates me a lot.