Women are all the same

Damon arrived in New York city with no clear plan in mind. All he knew was that he needed to be near Scarlett and Ryke in order to put his revenge plots in action. He rented a flat on fifth avenue. It was on the twenty fifth floor of a modern building. The young man stood by the window and watched New yorkers come and go. God, how much he hated this city. The chaos was driving him insane. It was nothing like the peaceful and romantic streets of Milan. Twirling a little bit of red wine in his glass, he took a sip and thought again of the message he’d sent earlier to Charlotte. A proud smirk appeared on his face. He could almost visualize her reaction after reading it. Women like her were so easy to manipulate...It was pathetic. Her response had come a few minutes earlier. It said : « Hello Damon. I didn’t expect to hear from you again and I was regretting all that could have been between us. I’m glad you contacted me again because it would have been a waste to miss out on this undeniabl