“I saw you with another.”
“Did you cheat on me?”
“Don’t you give—then someone else will. That’s the main law of the stone jungles. There are thousands of lonely and unsatisfied women, but men are always in short supply,” the drifter replies calmly, patting someone’s well-fed behind.
No, even two behinds—he pats them with his palms!
A girl on every knee. And both of them are just pictures.
Figure, face… Everything is perfect.
And I’m—tortured by morning nausea and the news that broke my heart: he fooled me and left, moved on to other women.
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Nothing new under the moon. The wolf was and will remain a bachelor and a wanderer.
I was warned—he’s bad!
I shouldn’t have gotten involved with him.
I played around too much…
Only it will be he who ends up losing.
Because I have a trump card he doesn’t know about—and will never find out about.