Page 69 of Man Vs. Woman
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Two.
From the moment I saw Serena, it took two minutes to realize that my life would never be the same. I might’ve been balls deep in some other girl, and I might’ve been a man who refuted the idea of love and romance, but she’s changed me for the better. In two minutes. I transformed into a romantic heartthrob who’s willing to do anything and everything for his heroine.
Not to mention, two minutes after I saw her walk into my gym everything in my life blew up in a cum-filled shit show. But, in hindsight losing the gym was the best thing that ever happened to me—it led me to her. Everything that happened after the glass shattered brought me to her.
That’s symbolism at is finest, baby. Am I right? I shattered my own glass ceiling and since then, I never looked back.
Seventy-two.
The number of times I’ve said I love you. Well, to be honest, I’ve probably said it more than that. I can’t recount all the times I’ve temporarily blacked out from cumming and in a Serena-induced haze, I’ve chanted ‘I love you’ over again. In one night, I’ve probably said it seventy-two times.
Since I said, ‘I love you’, I can’t stop telling her. I’m a toddler who just learned his first word; I can’t stop saying it. Maybe, it’s because this is so new to me and I’m trying to take advantage of it. I never not want to take advantage of her; our time together is too precious to let it slip away.
Five.
It’s been five weeks since my flagship gym closed down. Five weeks of dwindling revenue, rusting equipment, and fighting to rebuild my dream—our dream. The road blocks we’ve encountered have kept me on my toes, with one greasy pothole in particular. But I’ve stayed relatively positive. I plan on fighting tooth and nail to get my gym back up and running, and in Clarendon Tower no less.
I’ve worked hard before so this isn’t new, but having Serena by my side is, and it makes everything so much better. There’s more worth fighting for and a lot more at stake. I’ve never had a partner, let alone a person who’s as invested and motivated as I am. Serena is not only a fighter but she’s a fucking champion; she always finds a way to amaze me.
Hell, if she can melt my heart, I know she’s capable of anything. And, I’d be more than happy to stand by her side as she conquers her dreams. That’s a new one for me. I’ve always wanted to stand in the limelight, take advantage of the privileges and perks it afforded me. Whether it was strip clubs, horny MILF’s at the gym, or wandering sluts looking to tie me down, I never had a shortage of prime real estate. That’s how we started this book after all—I was literally standing in front of crowd waving my dick around like some uncontrollable heathen. But now, the light seems inconsequential to the woman on my arm. She’s the one I’m fight for, fighting with and standing next too. And, she’s the only real estate I’ll ever be interested in investing in. If I can’t have her, what’s the point of having anything else?
Three.
Serena has picked three songs she likes to fuck to. And so, there are three songs that play repeatedly in my mind. Hey, once they became associated with her cumming, I’ve used them as lullabies to rock me to sleep at night. And let me tell you, they do wonders for my work outs as well. I’ve never lifted more and pushed myself harder than when I listen to these songs.
Falsetto, Peaches and CreamandAnimalby Nickelback. Yeah, the last one threw me off too. I mean, Nickelback…really? But that’s all her, my kinky Goddess; she loves herself some Nickelback. And hell, who am I to judge?
Admittedly, I’ve never had a soundtrack for fucking before, but I’m not against it. If anything, it makes it feel like I’m in my own porno, but less creepy and more real. There’s no faking or acting when Serena and I are together; I’m sure you’re aware that by now, baby.
Twenty-four.
Serena has destroyed twenty-four shirts of mine. Not just plain white t-shirts either, my nice collared button-downs, a cashmere sweater and even those with sentimental value, like some of my alma mater t-shirts. But damn, she looks so fucking good in them. I want her to wear nothing but my clothing. It’s totally a dominance thing, where I’m staking my claim over her. She is mine so her wearing my clothing, soaking in my scent, has me fucking hornier than a dog chasing a bitch in heat. Oh, I know I look like a rabid, horny stud when I’m with her; it takes a hell of a lot of restraint to keep my hands to myself. I mean, there’s a fucking ten-page list of where we’ve fucked, publicly and privately.
I know, I follow her with my tongue hanging out my mouth and my dick jumping up for joy. Whenever I’m with her I’m always half-mast, ready to go with the snap of her fingers, t-shirts aside. So, I shouldn’t blame just her for ruining my shirt, it’s usually my doing. I can’t control myself when the beast is awakened, especially when her ravenous side challenges me. It’s so fucking hot.
Two.
I have met with two people, officially, to figure out who the fuck Hiram Hooskins is. A private investigator and Ashley, and yet, there’s still more I need to know. These women are the best in their business and I’m still finding myself at a crossroads.
I know what he’s done and who he’s been involved with, but what is he doing here? Why would an international war criminal be interested in opening a job center in Clarendon Tower? That’s what doesn’t make sense to me.
Four.
Hiram and I have met four times in the past five weeks. Neither time has been beneficial nor helpful in anyway. It’s either him trying to bribe me into forfeiting my bid or him threatening me to do it.
I’ve met with a war criminal, a fucking terrorist, four times before. The information I’ve found on him still astounds me, but there’s nothing I can do but work with it. I have yet to divulge all the details to Serena because there’s a part of me that wants her to stay innocent and oblivious to it all. I know she’s in danger—well, we’re both in danger—but I also know I can keep her safe. I don’t need her to worry; I don’t want her to think twice about her end goal. I can bear the weight of it all.
Yet, despite all the meetings and everything I found out, I still have no idea why he’s here and where he came from out of the blue?
One.
I might be keeping some details from Serena, but it’s onlyonesubtle lie, to one person. The one and only person I’ve ever loved. The one person I can’t see myself without. And, the one person that I need to keep safe and away from this escalating and dangerous situation. Fuck, they’ve already tried to kill her once.
I will never let that fucking happen again.
I hate that I’m lying or abstaining information from her. That’s the same thing, right? From what I’ve heard it’s just as bad as lying. But what if it’s for her own good? It hurts me, it really does. The guilt is gradually gnawing away at me, but it’s something I have to do.
