The Playboy's Game

Chapter 8- Stealing a kiss

Chapter 8- Stealing a kiss

(Charlotte’s POV)

I ran away, crying. Passing many people in the streets, not knowing exactly where I was heading. My mascara was running down my face, making me look like an ugly raccoon. How could I be so naive? To let a boy kiss me I barely know? Yes, he was very attractive and looked like my bae, I couldn’t get swept off into the sunset. It wasn’t long until a hand met my shoulder and I turned around to see Troy looking worried.

“Hey are you okay?”

“What does it look like?” Troy held his hand up to my cheek, pressing his thumbs against my tears to wipe them away. He pulled me into a hug and I gladly accepted, I needed a hug. But before I could fully enjoy it, Troy pulled away. “I can’t do this to your boyfriend.”

“What?”

“That guy back there, he may seem like a douche, but he is your boyfriend and I can’t cheat on another man’s girl.

“Zac, you don’t understand-”

“No, I do.” He weakly smiled and hugged me once more. “Text me when you’re free.” Troy let go and then continued to walk down the street, leaving me to Nate. God dangit.

Not more than a few seconds later, Nate showed up. “Hey, what’s wrong, babe?”

I sulked then turned to look at Nate. “...Nothing. Let’s just go.”

Nate’s eyes lit up, “Where?” He winked.

“Let’s walk along the beach. I pulled Nate’s tie and we soon met the sand beneath our toes.

(Nate POV)

Sam: Just got laid. ;)

Nate looked down at his phone and smiled, Juliet had convinced him to give each other’s phones back. Nate was a bit jealous of Sam the lucky bastard, already gotten laid and flown the coop. Nate was determined to get laid himself, and he knew exactly how to convince her.

“Are you just going to stare at your phone all night? I’ve seen what you have on there.” Charlotte shivered at the disgusting pictures she’d seen the day before.

“No, babe. Just talking to Sam real quick.”

Charlotte perked up, wondering what Erica had been up to all night. “Did he say how their date is going?”

Nate smiled. “It’s going good.”

Their feet were dragging along in the sand, the waves calmly brushing back and forth, and a slight chilly breeze in the air.

Nate noticed Charlotte’s shivering and pulled her closer into her. His little friend tightening in his pants.

God, I need to get laid tonight.

“So, Juliet, I heard Erica calling you Charlotte during our game.”

Charlotte stopped, slightly blushing. Nate found her blushing make her look even more attractive.

“So which is it?” Nate smirked. “Juliet or Charlotte?”

“Uh, well. It’s both. My name is Juliet Charlotte Sparks. My closest friends call me Charlotte.” Nate could tell Charlotte was uncomfortable with even talking about her name in front of him.

“Oh I see. Well it seems to be getting a little chilly, wanna head back to my hotel room to warm up?”

Oh, you’ll be warmed up all right, Charlotte.