70 Chapter Twelve

David P.O.V.

Diane Sinclaire. 

That name has been on my mind for a few times this week. The last conversation I had with her intrigued me. The way she explained that love is a fucking magic thing per her theory, but at the same time I knew very well her body language screamed she had been hurt by it. How hypocrite that woman. 

I snorted to myself.

That's why I don't believe in love. It's a child's play. I don't need to experience it to know how it feels. I've seen it too many times on people, for example my brother, Jonathan. How love destroyed him a long time ago with his first wife. Of course I admit, I took part on how they got divorce in the first place. Also there was drama brewing too in the past with his now current wife, Siara. In the end, I know much how love brought you nothing but pain and I don't want to take my bet in that field.

So, sex and BDSM is my only best friend in this life.