Desperation

He knew she had cried a lot. He had heard her through the night. The overly puffy eyes she had the next morning were telltales on their own. Plus the fact that she wouldn't even look him in the face.

Oh how he wanted to hold her. He had wanted to break into her room that night, pull her close and comfort her.

But if he did that, it would mean he was agreeing to her terms.

Why did women always want more?

He always made clear to the women that were ever in his life that he was not committing. Most of them agreed at first, or maybe pretended they agreed. They always wanted more.

Who could resist having a piece of Louis Shelling? They always felt they would eventually get him to change his mind.

Wendy was just different. She made him question a lot about himself. For years he had basked in the euphoria that he was the catch. Everything had always been on his terms. The ladies didn't have any other choice but to conform.

Wendy had butted out, like he was nothing.

And damn, those thre