A full day isn't enough to help me figure out what happened between Nicole and I. One moment, she'd been on board with the whole sex thing. My insides had been on fire. She’d made me wait for so long, but I finally felt like she opened up to me. The next, she kicked me out of the apartment like I was the last person on earth she wanted to be with.

How was I supposed to react? I had done everything right. After the first night she’d rejected me, I had taken a step back and given her some room before I made another move. We’d gone on a few more dates. I had taken the time to let her get to know me. I had listened to her conversation, even when I’d felt like she was rambling.

And now? She’s rejected me anyway.

Women never reject me, and I've already been rejected twice by Nicole. There is something about her that is frustrating. Something about her makes me want to keep coming back for more.

What's been said about forbidden fruit? Maybe it's because she always denies me that I want her so badly. You always want what you can’t have. In my life, there's not a lot of that. I always get what I want.

Maybe I have to slow things down even more. Most women are happy to sleep with me on the first date. Apparently, even the fourth is too soon for Nicole. Maybe she's checking me out.

I doubt her hesitation is because she has other options. Nicole doesn't seem like the kind of woman who messed around with multiple men at once. She focuses on her future rather than on the present. Her idea of fun is accumulating knowledge.

I still don't understand what's going through her mind, though. She seemed eager at the apartment. A little hesitant, but eager. And her touch. God, I nearly came the moment she gripped my cock. I’d been waiting for her touch since I’d met her. Having it happen for real was better than anything I could've imagined.

And her breasts? They're enough to drive a man crazy. Not too big, not too small. They fit perfectly into my hand. She’d been shy, at first. It had been refreshing to see a woman who was still modest about her nakedness. Something about her shyness turns me on even more.

It had been amazing until she decided to cover it all up again and get rid of me.

I groan and lie on my bed in the late afternoon sun, naked after a shower. My erection throbs painfully. Since I’d been with Nicole, it hadn’t really gone away. I'm starting to feel sexually frustrated. I need a release, and soon, if I'm going to feel like myself again.

I want her. I want her body, her sex, and her moaning in my ear. I need to eel her against me and see her face when I make her come. I want to take control of her body and show her what she's missing by rejecting me.

I rolled off the bed and get dressed. Jeans, a button-up shirt, and loafers. I find my cellphone and scroll through my contact list until I find Luke’s number.

"What’s up?" he answers.

"Do you want to go out for a drink? It’s been a while."

"Sure," he says. "I’ll meet you at Bridges at seven."

I nod and walk to the mirror to style my hair.

Bridges Bar is a classy cocktail bar in the Hilton hotel. Upper-class people like to socialize there. The décor is industrial-chic, and it's a good place to go for a night that not's going to be too wild.

Luke's already at the bar when I arrive; he's leaning on it with one arm and scoping out the talent. His light hair is cut short. Blue eyes find me, and he grins at me, a million-dollar smile that he’s inherited from his dad. I look around. There are a few women dressed in expensive clothes, but no one catches my eye.

"How are you doing?" he asks when I greet him and lean on the bar as well. I order a Hennessy from the bartender. Luke's sipping a similar amber liquid.

"I’m fine," I say. "Bored, now that my MBA is done."

Luke nods. "I should be so lucky. I told you I failed those two subjects, right? It’s a bitch to catch up."

"I can imagine," I say and accept the drink from the bartender. The whiskey is smooth, slipping down my throat. "How is Claire?"

Luke shakes his head. "I dumped her. Too clingy, you know? I think I’m going to do what you do. Just sleep with whoever comes my way."

I shake my head, smiling. "You make me sound so classy."

Luke shrugs. "I call it like it is, my friend."

We both look around the room again.

"I don’t know if that’s still my game plan," I say. "I met a girl."

Luke raises his eyebrows at me. "You’re not getting soft, are you?"

I chuckle. "I don’t know, man. This one has me by the balls."

Luke pulls a face. "Hate it when that happens."

I sip my Hennessy. "I can’t figure her out," I say. "She seems interested, but then she rejects me. She throws me curve balls all the time."

Luke shakes his head. "One of those. Trust me. They never stop teasing. I would move on if I were you. Unless, you know, you like the company, and you’re getting sex with one of the others."

I shake my head. "There are no others right now."

Luke looks incredulous. "What? Are you ill?"

I laugh and shake my head.

"I didn’t peg you for a one-woman kind of guy."

I shrug. What am I supposed to say? Sometimes it only takes one woman to change the grand scheme of things.

"I’ve just been busy, you know?" I say, smoothing it over. I don't want Luke to think I'm whipped. I don't fall for women.

"As soon as I have it all covered again, I’ll get back out there and line them up."

Luke laughs. "Like only you can. That’s my man. I was worried there for a second."

We drink in silence for a while.

"Jessica’s been asking about you," Luke says, breaking the silence. I look at him.

"What?"

"She’s been asking where you are. She hangs around these parts, wanting to ‘accidentally’ run into you or something." Luke lifts his hands and makes quotation marks with his fingers in the air.

I groan. "She’s a piece of work," I say. "Impossible to get rid of."

"At least she puts out," Luke says.

I shake my head. If only Jessica had rejected me, rather than Nicole. My life would be so much easier right now.

Jessica is really starting to frustrate me. I don't feel like dealing with her drama. Bugging me is one thing, but making herself a problem to others is bumping it up to the next level. I don't like it.

"What are you going to do about her?" Luke asks.

I shrug. "What can I do? I’ve been nice. I’ve been mean. Short of a restraining order, I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of her."

Luke laughs. "It’s an option. It'll be ironic, though, for you to get a restraining order against a woman."

I frown. "I don’t get it."

"You know, being a womanizer and all."

I smile. I still didn’t think it's funny.

Two stools open, and Luke and I move to sit down. I order another Hennessy. He’s been drinking the same and orders another as well. I drink another two glasses with Luke before we call it a night. It's good to see him, but only in small doses.

When I walk out of the hotel, I don't know which way to go. I'm horny as hell and irritated. I haven't had sex in a while. Jessica is really starting to grate on me, and I need a release. I need a distraction.

I take my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contacts list. There are so many women I can call. All of them would agree to a night of hot sex in the blink of an eye. I can call any one of them and find a place to put my erection.

Nicole flashes before me, and I sigh. How am I going to be able to enjoy myself with anyone if she's the only one on my mind? Besides, I don't want the others. I want her. If I'm going to fuck, let it be with Nicole.

I pocket my phone again and wave for a cab. I'll just go home. It looks like another night alone with my hand. Nicole has caught my interest, and I don't want anyone else.

Sure, I'm leaving in 23 days. It seems silly to focus on just one person in the time that's left. I should be going out and sleeping with everyone, enjoying my last days of freedom.

Instead, I want to spend that time with Nicole. Even if it gets me nothing.

What's happening to me?