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The two bodyguards were silent and think what else to say to the person who wanted a piece of advice but didn't like to listen and follow it. "Hm, maybe you could reduce the level of the sound volume down a little. Er, I mean, you don't have to shout at her and when you don't shout at her, she won't get mad and she will treat you the same by talking nicely to you and treat you better. Um, if you don't know how to speak softly and treat your lady right, you can go search on G****e...Er, type in the search something like..." James stopped for a minute to think. "Er, like...HOW TO SPEAK SWEETLY TO THE WOMAN YOU LOVE. Or... HOW TO TREAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO MAKE HER LOVE YOU MORE...Er, something l

"With a little practice, you could become an exceptional lover. However, treating women with respect as individuals rather than objects to provoke is a vital aspect. If you can learn how to communicate with women in a regular manner, you'll be astounded at how much success you'll have. I mean, I just had sex with you." I looked up from cleaning the floor and responded with a mischievous smile, "Well, it's because of my charming and irresistible personality." Jennifer laughed as she picked up the paper towels around her feet, walked over to the nearby bin, and tossed them in. "You have a bit of that too," she replied with a smirk. "Remember to compliment girls on more than just their appearan

Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.

Impossible. I'd been with my fair share of women and I hadn't left a single woman unsatisfied. It wasn't even about any particular skill or hidden prowess. The trick to a woman's body was listening to it. Even women who weren't all that vocal in bed normally had tells, a shiver here, a small gasp there, a clench there.

We hug in the tiny dressing room, both of us crying now but for different reasons. That night, I downloaded a book called "Why Men Love Bitches" on my phone. The title makes me laugh—a real laugh that feels foreign after so much crying. If this is my bitch era, I might as well learn how to do it right. The book talks about confidence, about not chasing men who don't want you, about building a life that's so good you don't need anyone else to complete it. "This is good advice," Lyra says as I read. "Especially the part about not being available whenever he snaps his fingers."

I needed to focus. I continued reading, absorbing as much as I could. The book was incredibly detailed, covering scenarios I would never have thought to prepare for. What to do if challenged directly. How to handle insults disguised as compliments. When to speak and when to stay silent. How to read the room and identify who held the real power versus who was just posturing. Time slipped away as I read. The chapter on "Projecting Authority Without Aggression" was particularly useful. As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch."

Christin got angry and said, "Do all women like you talk in such weird way? If you say that it's quite cute, then doesn't that mean you like it?" "It is cute, but it doesn't mean that I have to like it." Natasha's expression remained indifferent. "I didn't clearly say that I like it." Christin was speechless. Was there any book that deciphered the hidden meaning of what women had to say? He wanted to buy that book to read. It was too difficult to communicate with women! "Alright. You're just being laughed at, aren't you?" Natasha took him upstairs and said, "This makes you look cute!"

Chapter 715 You would meet someone whom you wouldn’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable with even when both of you kept quiet. Luke shrugged, "I think there are a lot of women like this around me, and there are obviously more around you. They will have many topics in common with you if you are willing to communicate with them." "The society is like a big dyeing vat. After working for a long time, people will become sophisticated, so they know how to choose different topics according to different kind of people. However, I think it’s just a way of communication, not a real resonance."

Even more when the need to mate and breed took hold. She shook her head and swiped her tongue over her lower lip, causing his gaze to zoom to her mouth and linger there. “I’m fine. So want to tell me what it was you and your friend there were all hush-hush about?” He cleared his throat. Now he really felt all kinds of weird chatting with her. Women didn’t question him. He wasn’t sure how to handle her questions without saying something to piss her off. Air. He needed to get her outside. The open space would help clear his mind and at the same time allow him to figure out how to talk to a human female. What did one say to a woman other than ‘take your clothes off’?

Fortunately, the music wasn't that loud on this side of the VIP and we could talk without yelling at each other. “Well, at first I felt mocked by that woman, but then I opened that book, and I was impressed. There was everything I needed! How to treat her, how to talk to her, how to turn her on and of course, how to make her come. Everything is there, why do you think they are so popular?” “Because they are bored?” Pierre asked, earning a look of hatred from his girlfriend. "Because fiction is better than reality,” Louis corrected, putting an arm around my shoulders. "A woman who reads is dangerous because she knows what she wants and how she wants it. Perhaps if there were more men reading