Chapter 36: Beautiful Chaos

I’D BEEN told many times that every woman needed a man in their life. The old couples in my neighborhood said that life was different with a man. They said it’ll be warm, that it’ll be safe.

They also said it’ll be chaotic, but they guaranteed that it was a beautiful kind of chaos. I didn’t believe ‘chaos’ could ever be beautiful. I had lived with men all my life and so far, all they brought to me was pure chaos. There was no beauty, just total agony and destruction.

Except for my brother, I considered every man a red flag.

And so was Zachary. His very existence screamed red flag for a woman like me.

But today, as this king looked at me with emotions so raw and so real, as he held me as if I was a glass that could break anytime, as I feel the heat in his body, I think that I’m beginning to slowly understand the warmth some women were bragging about. They said men were rocks and women could depend on those rocks.

I totally and wholeheartedly disagree. I didn’t need another rock. I was