Chapter 140. Into Her

Grace’s POV

“May I remind you, Miss De Mario?” He inches closer, his eyes not leaving mine. “That you know no shit about me for you to be making assumptions and conclusions depending on what you see in me.”

Oh, yeah! I know no fuck about—wait, scrub that! I know a whole lot about this jerk. I mean, who doesn’t? His stories are inscribed on the open walls of the world for all to see. I know he gives no fuck about women. He is just after hooking up and moving on to the next victim of his unquelled lust. He is like a cursed soul that is never satisfied with sex.

He is a heartless jerk who can never love anybody. Someone who does not even love himself can never love. And that is him. I also know that he never chases women. Like the charm that he is, they all come running to his feet without him sweating over it at all.

I also know he does care about those bitches who play dignified and refuse to spare him a second glance, who, by the way, are few or none