Passionate and lingering, the room filled with heavy breaths.
Catherine's soft waist wound around like a snake, her red lips close to James' ear.
"Say, you love me."
Everything was fine, James had closed his eyes, ready to enjoy Catherine's proactive offering.
That was never easy for him.
But Catherine, of all things, shouldn't have asked him that question at this time, trying to probe his feelings.
The interest he had painstakingly gathered was all lost.
He stretched out his arms, mercilessly pushing Catherine aside.
The soft woman couldn't hold on, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
The stark contrast between her fair skin and the black floor highlighted the shock, grievance, and unwillingness on her face.
"James!"
James adjusted his clothes, stood up, and without looking at the beauty on the floor, he walked to the mirror, staring only at himself in it.
Bored.
Why are women so boring?
Why do they all have to ask this foolish question?
