“That’s her husband,” Luke informed me.
“For real? The blond bimbo’s married?” Xavier asked, more incredulous than me. I wasn’t surprised in the least. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties. Hell, she was probably already tired of marriage.
“Yeah. He’s an entrepreneur or something like that. I don’t know his name, though,” Luke went on. The three of us watched him get to his feet and hand a coat to his beloved unfaithful wife. It always made me want to laugh, seeing a couple like this, pretending to adore each other.
The more I saw of society, the more certain I became of my own ideas.
I would never get married.
Love was an illusion that got dispelled sooner or later, and marriage was a useless institution.
Man was sinful by nature; we were inclined to do wrong, and none of us was worthy of wearing that ring on our fingers.
Picking one woman and pretending to declare eternal love to her was just a convention, just a fashion that society followed. Normal people thought that a marriage helped stabilize a relationship by adding obligations and commitments. In reality, though, nothing changed.
Women picked up men and left them behind like they were toys. They fell in love every day because what they really loved was theideaof love.They loved the attention, the fawning, and the idea of being with someone. They loved thinking of themselves as necessary to another person, and they loved hearing “I love you.”
They loved jealousy.
They also loved the sex; they practically worshipped it.
And if they could find a man who gave them all of that, it was enough to call it love.
Whether it was me or some other man, it was all the same.
And Babygirl would understand that one day as well.
She’d forget about me in no time. She would come to understand that I was interchangeable, just like she was for me.
She would demonstrate how she could “love” anyone and that she said those meaningful words as lightly as I expelled smoke from a cigarette.
And I would know that I couldn’t trust Selene because she’d been sold a bunch of feelings by a society that didn’t understand how to feel anything at all.
Rejecting love was my only constant.
It was the only ending I could believe in.
“Hmm…” I grunted, taking a brazen look at Amanda’s ass as she put on her black coat. “Interesting.” I glanced back at the man who looked like he was trying to read my lecherous mind. He stared me down until he finally rested a hand on the base of his wife’s spine and followed her toward the exit.
“Can you imagine if he found out his blond bimbo had cheated on him with a student?” Xavier commented, and it brought a sly smile to my lips.
“I could give him some tips on how to keep her happy so she doesn’t need to go looking for other men. After all, that little butterfly deserves to be appreciated…” I answered amused, and Xavier and Luke laughed aloud at the insinuation.
That moment of levity, however, was interrupted by a pair of long legs wrapped in leather. I followed them up to a matching leather jacket and a white sweater concealing firm tits and clinging like a second skin to a wasp waist. I considered the combustible combination of curves and savage femininity wrapped in black leather for a second before lifting my gaze to meet Megan Wayne’s emerald eyes. Head Case was headed right for me, proudand self-confident. Trailing behind was Logan. That was a combo I hadn’t been expecting.
“Oh, there you are, Miller. Your brother’s looking for you.” Megan halted in front of our table, drawing wicked glances from my friends. Like me, they had also noticed that, no matter how insufferable and obnoxious she might be, the woman oozed sex from every pore.
Megan was so goddamned similar to me. We both acted and thought in the same ways. We had both been made strong by the traumatic things that happened to us. It was that trauma that kept me from ever making a move on her. If she were any other woman, I’d wonder how hard she applied herself when it came to pleasing a man. I’d wonder if she…
Shit.
I cleared my throat, coming to my senses.
“Why do you always feel the need to be where I am?” I snapped in annoyance.
“Think of me as a guardian angel.” Megan gave me a wink, but I ignored her, turning my attention to Logan, who was obviously agitated.
“God, Neil, are you okay? I saw what happened to your car. Who did it? Where were you when it happened?” He looked me up and down, checking to make sure there wasn’t a scratch on me.
