Adam
Leaning over the island, I poured myself another glass of vodka before I took up the glass and throw the liquor back. I wasn't a big fan of drinking, and I wasn't going to be because the woman that I was falling for doesn't want me. Pouring the remaining liquor down the sink, I placed the glass in there also before I leaned back over the island with my head in my hands. I was so f*****g stupid. How could I think that she would date me? She heard all the rumors about me being a playboy or a cheater or what the f**k ever those damn nosy a*s press named me as in their articles.
I was even more stupid for giving up a lifestyle to please a woman that didn't even want me to kiss her–– that the mere thought of my lips on her disgusted her so much that she had to slap me for the second f***
