Chapter 32 Winning A Woman

• Eros was restless and paced up and down his balcony, Cassandra was driving him crazy. Thoughts of her were imprinted deep in his memory, never had he seen anyone so adamant and strong-willed as she was. He was tired of tormenting her to bend her to his will. The torments don't seem to bend her, rather they seem to strengthen her the more and he was furious about it. He didn't know why he was so fascinated by her anyway. She was just like every other woman he had slept with, there were no differences in their cunts, but he still wanted her.
• Maybe Javier was right, he should loosen up a little, she might come begging, but how would he loosen up to a mere woman? He bore a grudge against women, a grudge birthed by his mother, and these women keeps proving him right, maybe except Cassandra, she was a whole different species of her own and she sure hit him like a meteorite. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and walked into his bedroom.
• He shouldn't be wasting his time thinking about a woman, they were not worth occupying his mind, it was self-rule, and he wasn't ready to break it. He had them at his feet at his beck and call, but why was he still frustrated by one woman? He went down to the kitchen; the cook was done preparing the meal and was setting the table for breakfast. He didn't even feel the urge to eat, his stomach was filled with frustration, and he needed something to burn down that thing that kept crawling in his stomach from thinking of Cassandra, so he went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of scotch and sat alone to drink.