Ethan's POV
It had been my way to relax myself and fight stress; it was s*x. Some wanted to be in a relationship with me, but every time they would ask me that terrible question, I would just raise my eyebrow and silently decline them.
I could not understand why women needed to have a relationship with me when all I wanted was to f**k. Most of them are believers in love, like it was some kind of spell that they got cast with, and they can't get away from the trance of that magic.
"Where are you going?" Alysa, my classmate in one of my subjects in college, asked me.
I glanced at her and raised an eyebrow at her. She was still on the bed, and she was wrapped in the cushion of the hotel we checked into. I shook my head at her and put my pants back, put my belt on, and then locked it.
