Players.
Chapter 1
He was
Adam lived alone in his bachelor pad. It was a nice apartment with clear glass panels in the living room and a nice carpeted floor. Sometimes Adam would spend lazy Sunday mornings sitting on the sofa, and gazing outside the glass panels, looking at people and vehicles passing by. The he would doze off as the melody of maroon5's 'Sunday morning' echoed through his apartment, then wake up at the sound of buddy, his mongrel, barking.
Sometimes he got bored and decided to go out. Going out had no meaning to him whatsoever. It was just a way to spent time out of home, and to give him something else to do, besides stone. Of course Buddy disliked it, but he disliked staying around at home as much as Adam did, so Adam supposed that Buddy could empathize with him, at least on a more primitive level.
He disliked clubbing. The smoke, the noise, the sweat, the dense atmosphere, the eyes of women waiting for him to approach them, he disliked it all. And yet, it seemed like clubs were the only place he frequented, besides his office and home.
Not that the women minded him much. Adam was an attractive man, tall, good looking, clever and rich to boot. They way his green eyes flashed as he scanned around the club only made him more appealing. I love your green eyes, they look like emeralds, a woman once said in an attempt to seduce him. A failed attempt, he smirked to himself. There was something about him, his arrogance, his proudness, his air of nonchalance that made women attracted to him. But that didn’t bother him much.
How many women have come and gone out off his apartment? Adam had already lost count. The moving in and out didn't bother him much; it was just the breaking up, the crying, the shouting, and the threats that really annoyed him. And Buddy hadn't met even one woman that he liked yet.
'Look, I really think I don't understand women, those weird things.' Adam said
'Oh come on. Remember what Shakespeare once said, women are meant to be loved, not understood. Cheer up old chum.' Zac snickered and gave Adam a brotherly pat on his back.
Adam knew that he was a commitment Hobe. From the very beginning, he always made a point to make it clear to the women that he could give no promises, no 'everafters'. And yet they foolishly believed that they could change him.
Zac was right. Some men are by nature, players. And Adam was one of them.
Chapter 1
He was
Adam lived alone in his bachelor pad. It was a nice apartment with clear glass panels in the living room and a nice carpeted floor. Sometimes Adam would spend lazy Sunday mornings sitting on the sofa, and gazing outside the glass panels, looking at people and vehicles passing by. The he would doze off as the melody of maroon5's 'Sunday morning' echoed through his apartment, then wake up at the sound of buddy, his mongrel, barking.
Sometimes he got bored and decided to go out. Going out had no meaning to him whatsoever. It was just a way to spent time out of home, and to give him something else to do, besides stone. Of course Buddy disliked it, but he disliked staying around at home as much as Adam did, so Adam supposed that Buddy could empathize with him, at least on a more primitive level.
He disliked clubbing. The smoke, the noise, the sweat, the dense atmosphere, the eyes of women waiting for him to approach them, he disliked it all. And yet, it seemed like clubs were the only place he frequented, besides his office and home.
Not that the women minded him much. Adam was an attractive man, tall, good looking, clever and rich to boot. They way his green eyes flashed as he scanned around the club only made him more appealing. I love your green eyes, they look like emeralds, a woman once said in an attempt to seduce him. A failed attempt, he smirked to himself. There was something about him, his arrogance, his proudness, his air of nonchalance that made women attracted to him. But that didn’t bother him much.
How many women have come and gone out off his apartment? Adam had already lost count. The moving in and out didn't bother him much; it was just the breaking up, the crying, the shouting, and the threats that really annoyed him. And Buddy hadn't met even one woman that he liked yet.
'Look, I really think I don't understand women, those weird things.' Adam said
'Oh come on. Remember what Shakespeare once said, women are meant to be loved, not understood. Cheer up old chum.' Zac snickered and gave Adam a brotherly pat on his back.
Adam knew that he was a commitment Hobe. From the very beginning, he always made a point to make it clear to the women that he could give no promises, no 'everafters'. And yet they foolishly believed that they could change him.
Zac was right. Some men are by nature, players. And Adam was one of them.
[to be continued...]
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