Chapter Three: Still Single

Wayne's POV

Thirty five and still single.

It's something to be frowned upon especially when the man in question is the kind most people would term as an eligible  bachelor. I'm wealthy, I think I have good breeding on my good days and I'm single. That checks most lists yet I haven't found someone to capture my heart. In a literal sense it's not them, it's me. Maybe I'm picky. It's a curse if I'm allowed to be superstitious. In my family, all the men are single. Even those who marry end up caught in ugly divorces. Nothing lasts. We are creatures of habit who return to the hunting grounds after the prey has served it's purpose. I have lost track of the number of women I have been with. All those meaningless flings and one night stands don't satisfy me. I'm not sure what I'm looking for but I think I'll know it when I see it. Till then, I remain empty and discontent.

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