Worse for Better- Book #1 in the WF Series

Chapter 43: Pool Table

✩ Roman's POV ✩

I walk inside the room and close the door behind me before locking it. Alaiya's back is against a pool table and holy fucking shit does she look hot as hell. Her dress outlines every curve on her body as her chest is shown off perfectly. The heels she's wearing give her an extra three inches, and the red lipstick she has on turns me on in ways that nobody would ever be able to.

Everything about her makes me want her forever and never let her go.

See. Fucked.

"We're playing," she demands as I see her actually setting up the pool table.

I walk up to her and the minute she turns around after putting the rosin for the stick on the table, my mouth presses against hers' and everything fucking ignites in me instantly.

"Nope." She pushes against my chest like she wasn't just touching my dick a couple of minutes ago. "We're playing the game first."
All I can watch is her red lips move each time she says another word.

"You're doing this on purpose," I point out.

She smiles mischievously. "Maybe." She shrugs her shoulder. "Oh, and new rule. No sex," she demands.

That may be the first time I've heard her say sex. And the time I desperately want to fuck her, she decides to put a damn rule against it.

"Well then, what the hell are we doing here?" I complain.

"Okay. Here. I'll make it easier." She puts her arms around my neck, letting mine go to around her waist. "No touching," she offers the fucking dumbest thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

"Hell no!" I exclaim.

"Wait." She laughs at me. "If you win, then we can do whatever you want," she offers, motioning towards what she doesn't want to say which I can tell by the slight redness to her face. "But if you lose, then we leave. Deal?" she negotiates.

I've heard some bad negotiations, but this might be the worse out of them all.

"Oh, and if you disagree. We leave." She smiles up at me again when she sees that I was about to reject.

Remind me why I like her again?

"I hate you," I say, and a smile appears on her lips.

"Deal?" she asks me again.

"You're annoying," I say after giving her a small nod.

She pulls away with her smile still full-displayed as she grabs a stick and hands it to me. I take it from her and she grabs her own as well.

"I'll go first," she offers.

She walks to stand right in front of me before bending down to adjust the stick. Her ass sticks out right in front of me, hugged by the material of her dress. By just the slightest, as I'm standing and trying to control myself, she moves back a little and lightly rubs her ass right on my dick.

Fuck.

She shoots the ball right into the middle as the entire triangle dismantles and two of the striped ones go into one of the six holes.

"I'm stripes and your solids," she stands up and reminds me.

I nod at her, knowing she knows that her ass was inches away from me and what she's trying to do.

Two can play at this dumbass game she made up.

She goes again and misses this time, meaning it's my turn.