RIKI II: Play The Game

Chapter SEVENTEEN

July 11th, 2021 I was at TMPL Hell's Kitchen about to hit my workout when I went inside. I check my phone to see Madeline's follow request on Instagram. I blocked this girl a few months ago and haven't contacted her since then. What does she want now? It seems to be a constant sequence between us that needs to stop. When I distance myself from Madeline, I always find her back to me. This girl is dangerous. She could lead me to woe if I follow her like a fool. And the idiot that I am, I accept her request. Looking at her page, I see Madeline improved with her music, but I wonder if she's gone solo.

Madeline later calls me through Instagram. When I answer her and say what's up, she responds:

I need you.

That's what every friend hears when it's time to be there for them. I quickly changed into my shirt, shorts, and sneakers then head for the train. I text Madeline telling her to hang on. When she said she needed me, it sounded urgent as if something was going down. Was it Martin? Was he hurting her again? I didn't know what was up, but I was about to find out when I got off the bus and walked inside the apartment building. Taking the elevator to the fifth floor, I knock on door H. When Madeline doesn't answer to my knocks, I text her that I'm at the door. She then comes to the door unlocking it.

Madeline's body is wrapped in a colorful beach towel with bare neck and arms. Her hair is slightly damp, probably from drying out of the shower.

She eagerly tells me, "Come in! Quickly!"

I do as she closes the door behind me locking it. Her arms wrap around my ribs in a hug and I hold her back with my arms around her shoulders. Although it was casual, it was weird hugging her in a beach towel. She could put some clothes on.

After we let go, I ask her, "What's going on?"

She says, "I need a favor."

"What's the favor?"

"I need you to do me a justice." Her smile is mischievous.

Don't get me wrong. I'm all for self-justice, but it all depends on the details. If it's fair then okay. I presume the justice is against Martin. Frankly I want nothing to do with him because he's not worth my time.

I ask Madeline, "What's the justice?"

"Do me." She answers putting her e-cigarette into her mouth blowing out some smoke.

Immediately, I'm caught off guard. What did she say? She couldn't have said what she said just now. When Madeline repeats it, my eyes avoid hers.

I would never have sex with Madeline. Three reasons. One: I know this girl. Two: I would never violate any of her boundaries, one of them includes sex. Three: Sex for me is complicated. I've been fucking myself for so long I haven't been adjusted to an actual human. Not since Dylan. If I ever have sex again, I want it to be right.

I'm still freaked out by her request. "I can't do that." I tell her. She then pulls me by my arm leading me down the hall of her bedroom. I stop her mid-stride telling her, "No."

Madeline tries to snake her arms around me, but I brush them off before they can ever reach me. She then reaches me for my lower front and nearly feel something. I halt her hand before it even tries anything.

"Madeline, stop! No!" She finally stops letting me step away from her.

Right now, I feel bombarded. Not only by Madeline's request, but her trying to seduce me. Something is not right. I know for sure because this is not Madeline. Something happened to her and she thinks a quickie is the treatment to her pain. I need to know what's going on because this is a crazy.