Garret
I never cared much for love or women. I had women, so many but they were just there to satisfy my desires. I was the life of a party, and I lived for myself. I was going home on one Saturday night, running away from all the females that were hovering over me and trying to take advantage of drunk me when a woman hit my car. I grabbed the door open and stepped out, staggering a little as I was still drunk.
" Why the f**k was she running into the middle of the road," I murmured. I crouched down to the woman and turned her on her back. I was instantly enchanted by the beauty on the floor. She had smooth flawless honey skin, long lashes, and plump lips. Her eyes were closed and I wished so much she could open them.
' You f*****g i***t, you've hit her with the car! Carry her and take
