Skip's eyes glistened with vulnerability, and I could sense the weight of his past bearing down on him. "Alisha," he said, his voice cracking, "I haven't always been this way. I was once a Vice-President at a large investment bank." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by this new revelation. He continued, "I tried to balance my career with dating four women at once... it ruined me. I know the pain you're feeling."
His confession touched me in a way that no other man's words had. It was as if we were kindred spirits, both damaged by our pursuit of pleasure while simultaneously trying to hold onto something real.
"Come," Skip beckoned, pouring me a glass of wine. The deep red liquid swirled around the glass, its aroma enveloping me in warmth. We moved towards the bathroom, where he prepared a b
