Marcus' POV
Don't get me wrong, I loved it when women chased after me. It was easy, effortless. A bit of charm here, a wink there, and boom—instant gratification. They were easy prey, always ready to fall into my bed. The thrill, the attention, the power. It was easy. Less effort, all reward. I had them eating out of the palm of my hand, and all I had to do was show a little hair rub, flash a smile, and maybe lean in just the right way. The game was predictable, and I was the master. Hell, I thrived on it. The attention, the constant validation, the effortless seduction. It was a game, and I was the master. I never had to put much effort in—it was easy, like breathing. I could pick and choose whoever I wanted. There was always someone to chase me, to want me, to throw themselves at my feet. And I loved it. Every. Single. Moment.
