Entangled ✔️

chapter 1

In which our Hero is introduced

Adam Connor sat at RBC's Pub sipping the last of his top-shelf whiskey and wondering where in the hell Jason McLean was. He was fifteen minutes late. Boy Scout Jason had probably stopped to help a blind person cross the street or take an abandoned litter of kittens to a shelter. Adam was using the time to scope out women.

The red-haired vixen in the corner had been eyeing him since he'd walked through the door. Maybe she was a tourist here in India. He and His friend Jason were in India for Their research. Jason was researching on Something related to discrepancies in Indian Constitution and He was researching on Diversity in Humans. He was going to write a article about it after all.

He nodded in her direction. She rewarded him with a sexy smile. He played his favorite game to pass the time, guessing her to be a 36 D but probably fake. He was usually right on both counts and was able to validate his estimates since he typically examined the subjects up close.

He was proud of his accuracy on the size but disgusted by the amount of saline in women today. There were so few real women anymore. Getting breast augmentation was as common as having wisdom teeth pulled. It wasn't a deal breaker though.

He enjoyed women of all shapes and sizes, fake or real. Until he got bored, usually around the third time he fucked them. That was when girls started talking about relationships and that dreaded F word...future. It never failed, even though Adam was always up-front with them. He didn't have that special commitment gene like Jason did.

The absence of that trait was as much a part of his inherent genetic makeup as his green eyes and black hair. Adam motioned to the attractive, raven-haired bartender for another drink and ordered one for the buxom redhead too.

"I love the way you handle the neck of the bottle," he complimented her, displaying a sly smile that showed off his chipped tooth, a feature many women said made them wet on sight.

"I know how to handle a bottle," the bartender replied with a wink.

"Hard to believe." Adam grinned.

"What, that I know how to handle a bottle?" she asked, leaning over just enough to show off the slope of some promising, pert breasts.

"Now, that I'm jealous of a bottle of scotch," he said.

"Sorry I'm late, bro," Jason said as he sat on the stool next to him. Adam sighed, perturbed by Jason 's timing.

"I'm sorry you showed up at all. I was about to close a deal with the busty beauty in the corner." Adam jutted his chin, gesturing to the redhead who was doing naughty things with her straw.

"So what? You think because I sit next to you she's going to think you're gay or something?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "Two minutes with me, and she'll know I'm not gay."

"You've got more stamina these days?" Jason said, followed by a hearty laugh.

"Put his beer on my tab," adam said to the bartender. He shook his head at his childhood friend. "Two minutes doesn't even cover the opening attractions."

"You know most girls want more than casual sex, right?" They'd had this conversation many times. Jason didn't approve of Adam's lifestyle, but they usually joked about it.

"Luckily, those girls have you. At least, after I'm done with them."

"God, you're a whore."