At a young age you were promised to a man nearly a decade older than you. It felt kind of medieval to be forced into marriage, but you didn’t mind. In the photos you’d seen, he was pretty sexy.

You were in your early twenties and he was in his thirties. You never met him before the ceremony, but you knew that he was rich.

You were in the car with him on your way home after the wedding, his hand was on your thigh.

Flynn parked in the driveway and looked you up and down.