Page 3 of The Casanova Complex

But giving up isn’t something a guy like me does. I’m not wired that way.

Nothing worth having comes easy, and when I finally get the girl? I know it’ll be worth the sacrifice.

She’s out there somewhere, whoever she is, and all I have to do is be patient. And when I find her, I’ll know. I’ll know that she’s the one.

Only then will I break this vow to myself.

Fuck being the bridesmaid. I’ve always been meant to be the bride.

Okay, that was a little too far, bu⁠—

Something soft and squishy slams against my cheek, and I grunt, blinking as I pull myself from my thoughts, glancing around the room.

My gaze lands on the fucker wearing a shit-eating grin, staring directly at me.

“What the fuck, Zach?” I grunt, looking down to find a pair of tits sitting in my lap.

Foam ones, that is.

I pick up the tits-shaped stress reliever, pale ones with dusty pink nipples, and I squish it in my palm, making a fist.

Go figure the only tits I’ve touched in half a year are fake ones. And not the silicone kind of fake, un-fucking-fortunately.

I look back at my best friend and give those delicious, squishy breasts one last good squeeze before pegging him in the forehead with them.

“That’s what you get, fucker.” I smirk when he lifts his hands and flips me both middle fingers. “Why are you hitting me with shit?”

“I hit you with titties,” he says, wiggling them in the air along with his dark eyebrows. “Dude, you were lost in fucking la-la land for like ten minutes. I called your name like five times.”

Okay, yeah, fair.

I was thinking about the self-imposed prison that I’ve currently placed myself into.

I’m basically a fucking monk.

“Yeah, sorry,” I mutter, bringing the plastic cup of beer to my lips and taking a sip. It’s room temp now that I’ve been holding it for so long, but fuck it. “Just thinking about Friday’s game.”

Zach rolls his eyes, tossing the tits back at me once again. They hit me in the chest and fall pitifully to my lap. “We’re at a fucking Phi Mu party, Bennett. Do you see how many hot girls are walking around this place wearing bikinis? Just us and some tiny scraps of fabric separating us from the promise land.”

I take a second to do a slow sweep of the room and see there are, in fact, beautiful women everywhere wearing next to nothing.

The old Bennett would have been having a field day here, but the new Bennett is not.

I mean, obviously, I can appreciate the fact that these are some gorgeous fucking women, and they look delectable in these bikinis.

I am still a man.

But I’m a man on a mission, so therefore, there’s no partaking in sorority girls, or any girls for that matter.

Zach doesn’t know that though. Actually, no one knows that.

Even my best friends.

I’m not hiding it, per se. I’m just… not making a big deal about it. My sex life, or lack thereof, isn’t something that needs to be broadcasted.

People are going to think whatever they think about you regardless of what you say, so I’m just letting them.

If everyone on campus wants to think I’m a playboy who’s getting his dick wet by a different girl every night, then they can.