LOVE'S GAME (BWWM)

8||NICO

"Nico, run!" The urgent and terrified voice of a woman sliced through the darkness like a knife. I could feel her panic radiating off of her as she spoke.
I strained to see her face in the dim light, my heart racing with fear. As she moved closer, her features slowly came into focus until I could make out every detail.
"Nico, don't let them get you," she pleaded with desperation in her voice. Goosebumps erupted on my skin at the sound of her shrill tone.
But when I tried to move my legs to run, they wouldn't budge. Panic set in as shadows crept closer, surrounding us.
My eyes darted back to the figure in front of me, her hands gently cupping my face. And then I realized who it was.
"Mama?" I cried out, tears welling up as I looked into her familiar eyes.
"Nico, don't let the bad guy win," she rasped out, her hand clutching desperately at her stomach where crimson blood pooled and seeped through her fingers. My eyes followed her gaze and I could see the life draining from her body.
"Go" she screamed.
"Mamma!"

I bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat and tangled in silk sheets. It had all been a nightmare, but the terror felt all too real.

This was the seventh night in a row that I relived the same terrifying dream, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. It had been seven years since I thought I had escaped it, but now for the past five months, it had come back to torment me.
I desperately ran my hand through my hair as if trying to grasp onto reality, reaching for the prescribed medication on my bedside table. But even the pills that were meant to stop these nightmares seemingly had no effect.

Popping two pills into my mouth, I practically gulped down the water as if it could wash away the fear and dread consuming me. But it only left a bitter taste lingering in my mouth.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, feeling trapped and suffocated by this endless cycle of terror. When would it all end? When would I finally be able to take a deep breath without fearing what horrors waited for me in my own mind?

With a heavy sigh, I stood up from the warm cocoon of my bed, feeling exposed and vulnerable. As I walked barefoot to the window, moonlight spilled through the lace curtains, casting a silvery glow on my skin. The clock on the nightstand read three in the morning, a time when most people were asleep and their minds at peace. But for me, it was the start of another sleepless night haunted by demons from my past. I gazed out the window at the quiet street below, seeking solace in the stillness of the night sky.

A therapist would be ideal in this moment, someone to help me make sense of the chaos in my mind. But the thought of paying someone to sit and analyze my trauma was repulsive to me. It made me feel like a science experiment or a lab rat. That's why I avoided shrinks at all costs. In my experience, they never truly understood or empathized with what I was going through. They were just there to take notes and collect their paycheck, leaving me feeling even more alone and misunderstood.

Reaching out for the bedside table, I poured myself a generous cup of whiskey. The amber liquid glinted in the low light of my bedroom as I raised it to my lips, allowing the burn to sting my throat. It was a small relief from the turmoil inside me, but I welcomed it nonetheless.

As a gentle breeze drifted through the open window,my mind was drawn to thoughts of my headstrong chef. Her body was a work of art, and every time she walked by, it took all of my self-control not to grab her and have my way with her. But I had standards, and I wasn't about to force anyone into my bed. Women came to me willingly, without much effort on my part. And if I really wanted her in my bed, I knew I could make it happen.

I couldn't deny the fact that her eyes shone like bright orbs when she wasn't wearing those ugly glasses of hers. How would she look in my bed? With those curves and those breasts...even though they were partially hidden by her lacy bra, I knew they were perfect – natural and big.

"Ehi," I muttered under my breath, letting my right hand slide down to my now painfully erect length. Despite telling her that I would never pleasure myself to thoughts of her, I found myself unable to resist. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own, and all it wanted was to be buried inside my chef.

"Fuck it," I cursed as I stroked myself harder, images of her wearing nothing but that lacy lingerie flooding my mind. Maybe this was what I needed – a distraction from the nightmares that haunted me every night. Ehi was a tempting enough distraction, and as I released my seeds into my hand, I couldn't help but think that maybe fucking her was the only way to get her out of my head.

I hated to admit it, but I needed to have my way with my chef. And I needed to do it fast before she consumed my thoughts completely.

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"What are you trying to tell me, Lorenzo?" I asked, struggling to understand my PA's rambling.

"I need a three day break from work to visit my mamá," Lorenzo said with a serious expression, his glittering blue and yellow eyeshadow catching the sunlight. It was difficult for me to take him seriously when he looked like that, a drag queen.

"When will you be back?" I inquired, lounging on a chair beside the pool. It was a warm Friday afternoon and our team's next match was still a month away, so I had some free time between training and being home. Normally, I would spend these days holed up in my bedroom or study, reading or working on personal projects. But today, all I wanted was to bask in the hot spa sun before heading out to the club later that night.

Clearing his throat, Lorenzo replied with a hint of anxiety in his voice, "Next week Monday." Adjusting my hands behind my head, I nodded in agreement. "Okay, but make sure everything is taken care of and uhmm what's her name again- the chef?" I asked, pretending not to remember. It was a childish move, but I couldn't resist.

"Ehi..." he answered with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah, tell her I prefer having my meals in my bedroom," I instructed Lorenzo as my gaze drifted towards the pool.

Lorenzo had been a permanent employee of mine for three years now and even though some days I was on the brink of firing him, deep down, it was something I never wanted to do. He was loyal and a great guy, always willing to go above and beyond for me.

"You can go, my regards to your mama. I'll send you some money to get something for her," I informed him as I stretched my legs out in front of me on the lounger. The warm Spanish sun beat down on us, casting shadows across the patio.

"Tell Ehi to get me a drink, something cold and alcoholic," I announced to Lorenzo as he walked back towards the main house.

Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I was awoken by the sound of approaching footsteps and the sweet scent of sandalwood wafting towards me. Even before opening my eyes, I knew it was her...the dark-skinned negro that made me hard every damn day.

I let my eyes roam over her face, taking in every curve and angle before allowing them to trail down her body. She wore a long green gown that covered her from head to toe, but it did little to hide the alluring shape of her figure.

Clearing my throat, I swung my leg down from the lounger and reached for the glass of drink she brought to quench my thirst – a thirst that sprung up from desiring my chef or perhaps just the hot scorching Spanish sun. It was hard to tell.

"Will you be having lunch soon? Food is ready," she announced, staring at me with a hint of defiance in her gaze.

My feisty little chef was turning me on and she had no damn idea.

"Yes, bring it up to my room. I assume Lorenzo told you about that?" I asked, still maintaining eye contact with her. The tension between us was palpable.

"Sir, I'm fully aware," she replied coolly, looking prim and proper with her glasses perched on her nose. Glasses that I wouldn't mind tossing aside.

"Good. I'll see you there," I said as I stood up, intentionally flinging away the towel tied around my waist to reveal my toned body in a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Her startled gaze met mine as her eyes widened at the sight of my semi-nude state.

"Like what you see Ehi?" I asked with a smirk, enjoying how she couldn't tear her eyes away from me. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked back towards the main house, fully satisfied.

Game on!