Nathan's mind had been in a deep freezer after his little banter with Mercedes. Her words had pierced him so deeply, it gorged his mind with a new thought process. Was he that bad? He knew for a fact that women drooled over him. However, he was tempted to believe her words, looking at the dollar note on the wall. He also thought back to her weighing his performance to be below the average of a real man. Could that be her reason for not considering him as her type?
Was his performance so bad or was it because he hasn't done it before for as long as he could remember and lacked experience?
He wished he could try it with somebody else but the consideration in itself sickened him. He couldn't ask Jane because his moment with her was an unaccountable one. He couldn't recall a thing about wha
