(Grey's POV)
Growing up, I picked up a lot of things from my dad. He wasn't the best person, but I loved him the way he was. I grew up without a mother. My father didn't even know who she was and neither did it matter to him. I didn't feel the need for a mother in my life and seeing other kids with moms never really affected me. Do you want to know why? My dad had always told me that all women were the same. As long as you had money, they were always at your beck and call. He would always tell me that women were made to serve men and they shouldn't be placed in high regard. I always listened to my dad and believed all that he told me because he was all I had. I didn't lack anything financially as a child. My dad wasn't rich, but he couldn't be called poor either. We were content with our financial state. My dad had a lot of women in his life. He brought a different woman home every night and by the next morning, he'd dump them. Seeing such a thing as a child wasn't right but I always respected my father's decisions. Kids at school would always tease me for not having a mother and would always call me Papa's boy. I didn't care because people's opinions of me didn't matter. All that mattered was how my dad saw me. My dad loved and cherished me and placed me above everything. I wasn't the brightest kid in school, but he was okay with that, and he would always encourage me, and I always tried my best. I graduated from university with two degrees. One in business and one in entertainment. I wanted to help my dad with his business. He owned one of the most popular bars in the city and business was always booming. I saw my dad as a very successful person, and I hoped to surpass him one day. I had also trained myself physically because, in such an industry, you also needed physical strength to survive. My dad passed away a year after I joined his business. I was told he died of a drug overdose. I knew my dad was an addict, but I couldn't do anything. That was the only thing I hated about him. I had learnt in school that substances like that were harmful and could kill us if it's over overconsumed. But I had never thought that he would die that way. I took over his business and ensured that I worked hard to make it grow. In my spare time, I would work as a bodyguard for the rich to gain some connections and it helped the bar quite a lot. On the day of my dad's death anniversary, I had an important client to watch over, but I was in a sour mood and the client ended up getting hurt. I was reprimanded by my boss and my mood worsened. I angrily went to my bar, but I didn't go to work, nor did I go there to drink. I had never been one to drink. I preferred to stay sober. It was ironic for a bar owner to not drink. I was observing the people at the bar, and I saw a woman drinking all by herself. Just like my dad, I had many women and had the same mindset about women that my dad had. I definitely was his son. I walked up to her hoping that a woman could lift my mood. But to my surprise, this woman was different. She looked like it was her first time drinking. She had an innocent expression, but her eyes reflected both despair and anger. It piqued my interest. I stared as she drank, and I soon forgot the reason for my anger. After a while, she looked at me and boldly asked me to spend the night with her. I didn't expect it. What would she have gone through to ask a random stranger to spend the night with her? Being the type of person I am, I didn't reject, like my dad would always tell me, all women are the same. Even though that's what I thought, I could still feel something different about her. It was a very passionate night but what took me by surprise was the fact that it was her first time. She was the first person that I had been with who was still clean. What could have made her make such a decision? I woke up the next morning and she was gone. I could still remember how it all happened and the feelings refused to leave. It went on for a few weeks. I couldn't get her off of my mind. No other woman could feel the void that she left. What was it about her that made me this way? A few months after that day, I saw her again on the news. Hearing her story, I could now understand what she was going through. She had a cheating husband who was ruining her family business. One thing my dad told me to never forget was that if I ever got married, under no circumstance should I cheat on my wife, I must be committed no matter what. I could also understand the business aspect. If anyone ever tried to ruin what my dad built, I would make sure that I ruined them in return. As I thought, she was different. She was worthy of being on my mind. I wanted to see her again. Knowing the type of woman she was, I would never expect to see her at my bar. She was the CEO of a major company and she probably had people watching her every move so meeting her again wouldn't be easy. I spent months trying to look for ways to get to her but to no avail. But luck was on my side even without being aware of it.