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Dear Mr. Brisken: How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face. I hate your cocky, skirt-chasing, playboy ways. I hate working as your secretary - but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it. I hate how my friends call you a BILF, when really BILK (Boss I'd Like to Kill) is more appropriate. I hate that I need you to be my date for my best friend's wedding because my ex-boyfriend, the King of Heartbreakers, and his new busty blonde girlfriend will be in attendance.

I believe in fairy tales - the kind where a knight in shining armor sweeps me off my feet. Coming from a broken home, fairy tales housed the hope I clung to. Never in my life did I imagine two knights coming into my life - two knights that wore very different armor. A rockstar versus a lawyer. Fast and furious versus deliberate and calculated. Intense and passionate versus strong and devoted. Chaos versus stability.

Single dad. Two words that force me out of bed every morning. Because two little girls depend on me. Because my family’s company depends on me. As CEO, I have to show up, lead, be present. As Dad, there’s no room for error, not when it comes to raising my girls. I’m no longer the same man, just a shell of a person I once was, going through the motions every day. Not seeing, barely breathing. Until Becky Summers, the new nanny.

Life is made up of choices. Single choices like bricks laid out in a path. A path that leads to your future. At 24 years old, I would have never guessed I would be stuck between two men - two men from opposite spectrums of the universe. Their lives, their worlds, their demeanors are as different as the darkest of nights and the lightest of days. I love them both, but I have to choose. There is only one choice I can make. And I choose forever.

I’m almost positive you were cussing me out, and if I understood a lick of Spanish, I’d have (shut you up with a kiss) told you exactly what I thought about your meddling, even if you are her teacher. In fact, I’d like to schedule a (date over dinner and wine) parent-teacher conference to discuss our differing views on raising the youth of today (so we are on the same page when we have children, preferably together).