The Midnight Tussle

The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book “Escaping the Jaws of Feminism”. Sign up here for news about the unexpected romance. NO AI was used to write this story. Read Chapter 3 After Hour Temptations here.

The view from her downtown penthouse apartment had never been so bleak when she got home.

She threw all her things on the couch and stumbled into the bathroom.

She wasn’t that drunk, but she could barely understand all of what had happened within the span of two days. Let alone the past few weeks.

“I need a fucking shower,” she whispered to herself.

She had designed the bathroom with a designer. Large showerhead and a big bathtub — both existed separately.

Amanda jumped in; she was yearning for the cleansing of the water. This was one of the rare places she truly felt safe in, where she could think and feel something pure.

Crouched, and with her hands hugging herself she let the warm water come all over her. The alcohol she had consumed started to leave her body, and her thinking became clear.

“I don’t care about what John did, I can handle him in my sleep,” she went on in her head. “Besides, he would only be in it for his selfish reasons. I would just be another notch on his belt.”