Grant's affair with the girl he met at the subway had ended an hour ago. It ended in tears. With both parties shedding emotional tears, Natalie finally let go of Grant's hands and rushed out of his apartment dragging her suite case with her. She slammed the door at Grant all though he admitted he was wrong and that he will never do it again. He was furious. But at who? Himself. He grumbled, yelled and cried. Only if walls could talk, they'd yell at him for making a fool out of himself thinking he could tear down a wall with his fists. After finding out a fool he was making out of himself, he took his anger out on his mirror. He smashed the mirror with his bare hands and screamed out of pain. The sharp edges of a broken mirror cut through his palm but he cared less. He walked into his shower and took a quiet thirty minute shower. He walked out with his towel around his waist showing his waist line. That which got him more lovers than he had ever imagined. It was hard being with a man like Grant, maybe that's why Natalie couldn't take it anymore. She had lost count of the number of tines she had to forgive Grant for sleeping with other women. But why care so much about Natalie if he had other women after him. He loved her. She was the first girl who...