The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.

We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

Most suits made the man. Gideon did things to a three-piece suit that should've been illegal.

I keep what's mine, and I do not share.

Confucius say, man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day

If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

Actually, you know what? You keep thinking I'm God's gift to women, angel. It's better for me if you believe I'm the best you can get.