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"If you can lose your composure at the thought of me being with another man, how do you think I'll react after you sleep with one of your mistresses, or your first wife?" "It's not the same. I'm a man, and you're..." "A woman? And why do you think only men have the right to react to their wife's infidelity, but a woman doesn't? Doesn't a woman have pride, ego, and self esteem? You men feel disgusted and humiliated when you catch your women with another man. Do you think women don't have pride and don't feel anything after you sleep with another woman?" Shamisya sighed and curled her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees.

“You don't need to be jealous. She’s a woman just like I am.” “She met you as a man,” he answered right away. “And besides...” His eyes narrowed further. “You should've waited for me instead of going with Chad.” “You also don't have to be jealous of Chad,” I sighed. “He's literally a womanizer! He doesn’t ‘like’ people because he never commits.” “But you're a woman.” “He knows me as a man.” “You're still a woman.” I closed my eyes. For one very long second, I questioned whether this conversation was actually happening.

"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

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

Then he completely changes again, spinning around, acting precisely like Toke. Why do the men in this world keep acting like females can’t think for themselves? Helpless little creatures that would follow their every move without question. I know I’m unfair right now; I know Arcane only stepped between again. But it still irked me; why didn’t it occur to any of them to freaking ask? Just ask me what the fuck I want?

Damian warns but she pays him no mind. She takes few steps close to me, eyeing the dish on the table with green envy. “Wait…he called you his? Or he made you feel you’re better suited for his cock? Every woman is better suited for any size of a penis. It’s how they are built.” “What the hell is wrong with you?” Damian snaps, rising to his feet. I put out a hand before he can do anything. “Let her, please.”

Few years ago I came across a blog regarding a narcissist. That how you can never win an argument against them. Same is with Adriano. There is no winning from him. "You did wrong to the women even your own mother and sister. I cannot stand it." I yelled at him. "Listen to me, Emilia. You need to understand certain things." He sighed. He spoke. "Men are active social beings Emilia and women are passive sexual beings. Nature of man is to act, is to lead whereas nature of women is to obey and respond. A virtuous woman is simple and obedient." He explained me.

From a distance, Damian stood at the entrance to the hall watching his brother about to lose his nerve and his dream, which has always been his advantage in dealing with matters, but it seems that this mysterious female, who still does not understand the reason for her presence among them, strikes the sensitive chord of his brother, losing him his dream. And after he got tired of watching that farce from afar, he decided to intervene, penetrated into the hall, contemplating the vast difference in their sizes with amusement. He holds the sword in his right hand and the dagger in his left, slashing the necks of enemies with them. He has never seen him deal with the fairer sex in any way whatso

"You're better than the press thinks. Better than the industry thinks. Better even than your husband believes." I freeze. He notices. "I don't say that to insult him," he adds softly. "I say it because I've watched men underestimate women like you my entire life. They love you. They fear you as you inspire them greatly, but they don't know how to stand beside you without flinching." I push my plate away. "I'm not interested in this direction of conversation." "I didn't intend to make you uncomfortable," Damian says, palms up as if surrendering. "I only want you to see yourself clearly."