Always A Woman To Me Novels & Stories

Except how I feel about what I have to do. I grip her shoulders, taking in her beautiful tear-drenched face, lift her chin, memorizing every inch of her loveliness. I want to remember her in this moment for all the years to come. This is my woman, my esposa, the mother of my children. My Luna. She has fought bravely for what she believes in.

This world belongs to people like me—the ones who aren’t afraid to do whatever it takes to get what they want. And I’ll keep doing it. Because at the end of the day, there’s nothing that feels better than being the one in control, knowing that no matter how far I go, there’s no one who can stop me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 4 ARBEN Women have always been easy for me. They come and go, each one just a passing distraction, never more than a fleeting pleasure.

Janae Wayne is the strongest woman I know. I wish I could be half as strong as she is….

Am I just the entertainment to pass around until they get bored? All I can think about is how many years they've lived. How many people they've known. How many women. The thought worms beneath my ribs and starts digging. They're gorgeous, I mean out of this world hot, powerful, confident and more important than all that, genuinely good people. Of course there have been women before me. Why wouldn't there have been? The rational part understands that, the irrational part is considerably less mature.

I was the woman who signed the papers and the woman who came back and the woman who made certain this time it was worth coming back to. I was her the whole time. I always will be. **THE END.**

Tate is the only woman she has ever known. How can I possibly do this? Surely I need to put the life of my child before my own selfish wants, don’t I?

“Yes, Tamer. Another woman. I know I shouldn’t be talking about this with you, but I don’t really have anyone else to vent to.” Lord, I feel awful now. She does not have any friends, and I never bothered to ask why. “Anytime, kitten. I’ll always be here for you.” “Thank you. Really. It means the world to me. You’re literally the only man I can trust right now.” Oh, great. I chuckle lightly. “What’s funny? Men are complete assholes. You might be too, but for now you’re my sweet therapist.” Therapist, huh. Nice.

“Maybe.” “Of course,” Nina added, “I also generally feel like you can never really trust men, especially ones you know have lied to you.” “Ha. Just men?” I smiled at Nina as she walked back toward me. She and I had known each other for most of our lives, and I understood her to be the least trusting individual in the world.

The way he always does. When the call ends, I stand there staring at my phone for a moment, trying to shake the uneasy feeling curling in my chest. By the time I return to the kitchen, only Maya is left, sitting on a bench and staring at the floor. I sit beside her. “Really, it's a man's world,” Maya exhales. I nod. “But they would never admit it. They always say the world favors women the most.” She gives a tired laugh. “Exactly.”

She laughs. “A man cannot make you this way without wanting nothing from you. I don’t know how long you’ve been with him, how resilient he may appear. But as long as you’re a woman with boobs. He’s going to come after you. And besides, this party should have given you a hint. The people here are mostly a couple, yet he ignored every lady he’s ever known and brought you here?” I hate to admit it, but Alison's words have struck a chord. They've burrowed deep into my mind, echoing my fears and doubts.