Actua Como Dama Piensa Como Hombre Novels & Stories

“How am I supposed to calm down, Kate? Damian's never been like this before. He didn't even answer my phone. He chose that woman and put her in a heavily guarded mansion! What was he thinking?” Kate pulled out a chair and sat opposite Rebecca, her gaze full of understanding. “I understand your anger, Madam. But I don't think this is the time to act rashly. You still have an important role to play in Mr. Damian's life. Remember, you are his wife. Your position is more powerful than any woman's.”

I asked, trying to keep my posture firm—the same way I had done my whole life at school to never show weakness. "No, you don't know me, and you don't need to. But I decided to give you a piece of advice, woman to woman." She turned around, crossing her arms and evaluating me from head to toe with disdain. "Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night."

"You will never find a woman without ready answer." -William Shakespeare- *** Damian felt like an absolute fool. He could not believe himself since he was not able to properly meet up with Lana just because he was still thinking about what her reaction might be. He knew both of them were not teenagers and they had been through a lot together but there was a part of him that was still afraid if Lana took his gifts the wrong way and ended up feeling even more upset than before.

I tried to make my point, keep my voice low. "Huh!" she grunted in frustration, or mockery, maybe. "Oh, good Lord, Amber! Don't you learn anything from what sister Elise taught us? Men are simple creatures, it's known. And they all are wired in the same way and if you find them oddly nice, it's because they want something. THE THING. It's also known," she hissed, gave me a quick glance on my breast. A filthy witch! "Mary!" "What?" "That's not so nice to assume about THAT, without even knowing him first. Not all men are created equal, this one is different. He is nice and gentle. He actually listens to me when nobody does."

“I did not give her that signal.” “You didn't have to! Your inaction was the signal!” I shook my head, the motion tight with fury. “I should have known. You always choose the path of least resistance for yourself. Men like you have always done this I don't know why I had the delusion that you would be different.” His gaze darkened, turning stormy. “Men like me? Miss Davidson what are you talking about.” “Yes. Men like you. Powerful men. You think the world is yours to manage and people are pieces on your board. You move them around for your own convenience. Well, I’m not one of your pieces. Not anymore.”

Before I end up institutionalized and writing letters to myself in crayon. Damion is waiting on the veranda. He turns when he hears me, and there it is — the delayed double-take. The one where his eyes register me, his brain lags, and then his face very clearly says oh. Is he genuinely bowled over … or is this just standard male voodoo? Girl in skimpy clothes equals brain outage? Whatever. Women are far more evolved. Refined. In control. We don’t lose our brains like that. My gaze drifts — purely accidentally, obviously — from his unbuttoned shirt to the exposed skin beneath.

He is right. I don't care for anyone. It is just not in my system let alone for a woman. Women are just useless. The only thing they are good at is sex and the only thing they desire is money. There is nothing more to them. Money and sex. Call me sexist but in mafia, women can rarely fight.

I sheepishly asked. He just rolled his eyes at me. " This is different, you can't use that against me and moreover I'm a man so—" " So because I'm a man, it means that you're liable to die?" I sounded bitter. He didn't reply to me but I was ready to attack him back to back until he understood me. " Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't be there, you're just being anti feminine." He held my hands and pulled me close to him. I was shocked with his sudden behavior and it was like my heart immediately fluttered just by his touch and his look that was glued on me wasn't making things any better.

Damian really thought I would allow him to do it to me. “I have been ready for this moment to come, Damian. It doesn't matter if I lose against you because I am a woman while you are?” I paused for a moment and then continued. “You're a beta of this pack and if an ordinary woman like me would bring you down, I know I made history. I will let them know to expect the unexpected.”

“Why would such a masculine man act like a sneak? This is mind-boggling.” The matriarch seemed regretful. She thought of keeping Philip, but he was too disgusting. “It’s mind-boggling for certain people, but you’re not a human at all. What puzzles you? You’re just a monster beast. Your brain works differently from humans. Therefore, our thoughts don’t operate on the same level. If anything puzzles you, I don’t think I can clarify your doubts either.”