“All wars are about resources, Jesse,” she continued, swirling the red wine in her glass. She wasn't angry. If anything, she looked slightly bored by his existential crisis. “Land, oil, or in this case, sex. If you men could just fuck each other, you wouldn’t need my resource.”
Great start! You have so many great quotes in this chapter. I chose this one because it just shows she doesn't give a fuck about Jesse being happy, it's all about her happiness.
Excited to see where you are taking us in part two and three.