The first time I met her, I wanted to hit her.

The second time, I knew I wanted her.

And the third time, the gentleman will remain silent.

So I guess it's a good thing I'm not a gentleman...right?

Let's get this out of the way right away: I like women.

I like the way they look. The way they smell. The way they feel. Especially how they feel. And I set a goal for myself to fuck all the women who shared my bed. Then I met her. Crazy as hell and completely uninterested in me. And I'll be damned if I don't want her. I want her. I told myself that I just wanted to tame her. And it was a challenge. I never expected to break through the outer shell of ice and find the tenderness underneath. I never expected how wild she would be in bed or how intensely she would scream my name while I completely rocked her world. Moreover, I never expected that I would fall in love with her. But it happened. And the question is, now that I know I want her, how the hell do I keep her?