From the Boardroom to the Breakdown (and Everything In-between the Sheets) in Omega, A Pierce Rockwell Novel

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When I first landed in Denver, I was the picture of composure — the kind of man people described as “put together,” which is usually just code for “emotionally unavailable but well-dressed.” I was there for business, nothing more. I told myself that over and over again, like some kind of mantra: Close the deal. Keep it clean. Don’t get attached.

Yeah. About that.

What I didn’t realize, stepping off that plane, was that my life was about to get dismantled entirely, not by a rival company or a hostile takeover, but by one woman who didn’t even know she was doing it. Blair. The thing about me is, I’ve always used my trauma like currency. I can weaponize sarcasm, turn pain into negotiation tactics, and talk my way out of any situation that requires emotional honesty. It’s my thing. I built an empire on being in control, sharp, detached, and unshakable. And then Blair came along with her quiet strength and that unnervingly sincere way of seeing right through me. She didn’t ask me to change; she just existed. And somehow, that was enough to make me want to.

Blair healed me without even trying. She didn’t lecture, didn’t analyze, she just was. And for a man like me, that kind of peace was… terrifying. I didn’t know how to stand still in something good. I’d been running from my own ghosts for so long that stillness felt foreign. But with her, it isn’t quiet; it's calm. There’s a difference.

By the time she was walking down that aisle toward another man (yeah, that was a fun day), I wasn’t the same person I’d been when I landed in Denver. I wasn’t even close. Watching her in that moment was like seeing everything I’d ever wanted finally within reach… and knowing I might lose it. That kind of clarity hits hard. It strips you bare. And it forces you to ask questions you’ve been too afraid to face.

For most of my life, I believed fulfillment came from winning — closing deals, staying on top, and keeping my heart locked up behind bulletproof glass. I filled the empty spaces with noise: parties, travel, women, distractions. The single life was easy because it didn’t require vulnerability. But it was hollow — a victory parade for one. Blair changed that. She reminded me that what I really wanted wasn’t something I could buy, charm, or negotiate into existence. It was something I had to feel. Something I had to risk losing.

I never realized how much I needed — not wanted, needed — to protect someone. To love someone who saw the worst parts of me and didn’t flinch. That’s not about control; that’s about purpose. And I think, deep down, that’s what I’d been searching for all along. Not wealth. Not power. Just… peace.

And yeah, I’ve got my fair share of trauma, abandonment, loss... You know, the usual greatest hits, but maybe love isn’t about fixing all that. Perhaps it’s about finding someone who makes the noise quiet down long enough for you to breathe again.

So here I am, a changed man; bruised, humbled, and hopelessly in love. My story started with control and ended with surrender. And somehow, that feels like the biggest win of my life.

~ Pierce Rockwell Novels