WINNING A WOMAN

Eros was restless and paced up and down his balcony, Cassandra was driving him crazy. Thoughts of her were imprinted deep in his memory, never had he seen anyone so adamant and strong-willed as she was. He was tired of tormenting her to bend her to his will. The torments don't seem to bend her, rather they seem to strengthen her the more and he was furious about it. He didn't know why he was so fascinated by her anyway. She was just like every other woman he had slept with, there were no differences in their cunts, but he still wanted her.

Maybe Javier was right, he should loosen up a little, she might come begging, but how would he loosen up to a mere woman? He bore a grudge against women, a grudge birthed by his mother, and these women keeps proving him right, maybe except Cassandra, she was a whole different species of her own and she sure hit him like a meteorite. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and walked into his bedroom.

He shouldn't be wasting his time thinking