Olivia POV
A month had passed since I had received the news of my betrothal and my father had sent me on many non-negotiable dates with Brandon.
As much as I hated to admit it, despite the constant lecherous looks he threw my way, he was beginning to grow on me.
He seemed like a good man, lusty for sure, but caring. I truly believed that he would treat me well, and I had to look for the few positives in my situation.
He was also honest. He admitted that he was hot headed and lost his temper easily, which hadn’t surprised me, but assured me that he would never lay a finger on me out of anger. He also insisted that I would become accustomed to his enraged outbursts, claiming that I may even be able to pacify his temper after some time. His words didn’t fill me with a lot of comfort, but
