With my cursed luck with women, I know better than to ever let feelings get involved in my relationships again. Yet here I am with my bloody idiotic divining-rod dick blasting at full speed in the direction of a woman they call the Black Widow. A woman who’s like a mother to my soon-to-be bride. A woman who hates me with a burning passion. A woman who can never, ever be mine. I yank my hands from her body and turn away, wondering what the fuck I ever did to make God hate me so much.
