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She is fiesty, always wanting to know everything, her curiosity irks me, it seems like she hates being dominated, she got the wrong person if she thinks she can always be in charge. I can't help but want to be close to her, I knew she was sneaking glances at me but am enjoying her shyness, it makes her look very cute, she is very pretty, I don't know but her beauty reminds me of Phoenix goddess of love and Revenge. She has a striking characteristics to her. Andrea here is a human not a goddess. I smiled as I remember our last encounter in country B. 'Now I know how temperamental you are, I have to be very careful' I almost laughed at my own thoughts, am wary of a human, that too a woman.

"So how did it feel like, knowing months before I did? Did you have seconds thoughts? Did you feel it strange to have not just a guy, but another alpha as a mate?" "No let me put it like this, it's like having your own type, nobody judges when a white woman is only attracted to black man or when a black woman is attracted to only white guys, we all have our type the only difference is that my type has the same genitals as me and is an alpha, nobody judges when you're not in blondes or red heads, but when you get attracted to the same sex all hell break loose, and I was afraid of what people will say because we were both males, and I knew we will be judged but mostly I was afraid of you rejec

William remarked. "Isn't there anything else that goes on in that head of yours? You shouldn't assume that everyone is like that, alright?" As Crista looked at him, she felt helpless. "Like what?" He was pretending to be ignorant. He was a man, and she was a woman. On top of that, they were living under the same roof. If nothing were to happen between them, he would doubt his own masculinity. Crista sat on the leather sofa. "I have no idea!"

We walked to our several cars and we both drove home. I was too tired so I made my way to my bedroom as I thought about him. How could he be so mean yet so sweet, one minute he’s insulting and calling me names and the next he’s saving me from lots of miserable incidents. I closed my eyes as I thought about the multiple times Damian had had to save me from terrible things, why does he act so cold and gives me the cold shoulder if he truly cares about me? I kept thinking to myself but I knew I was nothing special, he generally doesn’t like any injustice done to women so maybe I’m not as special as I like to think I am.

I thought I had warned this stupid mind of mine, to stop thinking about that incident? "Dante can be quite... possessive." Alexa muttered. "A trait you may have found sweet, if you were in love with him." "Yeah..." I nodded. "I hear a lot of girls love dominant and possessive men." I scoffed. "But in reality, men are different from fictional ones. You let them become possessive with you, and they want to have control over every aspect of your life." I rolled my eyes, making her laugh.

“While some think a woman’s role is to serve, I prefer to prove mine is at the helm, where intelligence, strategy, and discipline are required qualities that, apparently, are still lacking in certain seats in this room.” “The helm, signorina?” Fabrizio fired back, venom seeping into every syllable. “A woman can dress up, smile, and play the part of an ornament, but she’ll never have the stomach for blood, betrayal, and war. That place will always belong to men, no matter how much you try to drape yourself in power.”

He just believed that women were just tools for pleasure and nothing else. Amelia looked at Damon, trying to get some kind of signal or hint from him. However, the man wasn’t even paying attention. Instead, he wore a cold face and kept typing on his keyboard and looking at the monitor screen. He acted like he was completely unaware of the argument that was about to unfold. Instead, he just continued typing on his computer and didn’t pay attention to the two women in the room at all. He didn’t care what would happen to them, as long as they didn’t disturb him.

Damian entered the dinning hall and everyone greets him, he replied back with a firm nod and sat on the headchair. "Looks like you again broke someone's heart..." Jack asked smirking at Damian and he just ignored him so does Lilly and Ashton... "Why do you hate fragile and weak women man, don't tell me you want someone like wonder woman as your wife..." He mocked him.. "Fuck of jack don't mess with me right now my mood is already sour because of that whore and no I don't want any wonder woman but atleast she should be strong enough to stand for herself or protect herself unlike other women who just starts crying over nonsense things and acts like they are the only delicate thing in this worl

After some minutes I pulled away, gasping for air. "Maybe we should...." I hesitated. "Yes, you're right." He agreed, releasing me from his hug. "I will see you on Monday right?" I pouted my lips, faking a sad face. "Yes" He laughed. I turned away walking to my car. That's how it's done ladies. Maybe acting all lady like can get you more than you think. You know why? Because no man believes a woman is smarter than him. We should weaponize that. Acting like a fool isn't a weakness for us ladies, it is a privilege that men will never get to experience. They think they're getting what they want because we let them believe that.