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der walked away while I was still talking, but my words stood firm. My eyes blazed with a sinister light, fueled by

ed, tauntingly waving a pack of condoms in the air. What a trashy woman! I sneered, pouring a glass of whiske

a sly smile spreading across her face. I raised my glass in a mock toast, and she laughed, her leg

e we've got a player in the hou

he way to my gut. 'Just a man living his be

hot on my ear. 'I think we can

r. But then she suddenly pulled away, my eyes flashing with anger. 'A night with you would be a total waste; you're s

m the crowd warned, pointing a f

er whiskey. The bartender raised an eyebrow but poured me a shot anywa

te, I switched gears. "Make it whiskey," I told the bartender, who noted dryly, "Y

about the earlier encounter. "That woman over there ruined m

or another. The bartender obliged, and I continued to nurse my

oman who had ruined my night. She was now laughing and flirting w

wiping down the counter,'sometimes i

cting much from her anyway; maybe just a quick makeout session. And who knows, maybe her body co

ng one, aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I think you're selling y

eness. "And what do you think I'm capabl

oing through the marble hallway. I stormed outside the club, my eyes scanning the darkness, until

as I breathed in her scent. A sense of contentment wa

ce low and curious. But she didn't bu

e fixed on her. 'Hey, you're not saying anything,' I said, my voi

surable kiss. I devoured her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers as I sucked her lips hungrily.

u?,' she whispered, her voice husky with a sudden hatred. 'My first kiss,' I raised an ey

ed to walk away, but her sobbing and sniffling drew me back

ith a mix of confusion and annoyance. 'It's not

looked at her, I saw the depth of her pain and felt a pang of guilt. Maybe this w

d, her voice trembling as she repeatedly

k by her words. 'So, what's so