Falling For The Playboy's Game

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Kate's POV

Later, Jerry and I met our bestie Julie at Burger King. We decided to grab some burgers before going to the bar. Jerry was at the counter, ordering food for us, when I told Julie about the deal.

"Hook up with a random guy? Oh gosh, Kate, you're in for a trap. When was the last time you entertained a man in your life? Four years ago?" Julie looked puzzled.

"Aha..."

"My goodness, I can't imagine. You could end up with a playboy." Julie looked puzzled.

"You're right." My lips twisted with distaste. "With a probability of 99%."

"Exactly. Are you sure you're into it? You hate playboys."

Hate was an understatement. I really hated playboys. My dad was a rotten playboy with strings of mistresses in every corner of the country. He used to be a book salesman and travelled as often as he could. He enjoyed his job, got good commissions, and had the pleasure of hooking up with his customers.

Mom found out about his infidelity and talked to him about it, but he was the one who got so mad, cursing at Mom and calling her an ungrateful bitch. After too many arguments, he left us and totally cut off his relationship with us. No financial support, contacts, visits, or whatsoever. He easily forgot about us, and after a year, he got married again to a filthy rich socialite. They even have a daughter!

Mom was heartbroken—so was I. I was five years old at that time and being left by my dad, who made me believe that I was his princess and the most precious one, was so painful. Every time I had my birthday, I kept on waiting for him to come, to call, or just send a note, but nothing. He forgot about me. He hated Mom, and he hated me.

Mom is right. He's a cheater, a liar, and a rotten playboy.

"Kate?" Julie snapped her fingers in front of my face. "You're spacing out!"

"Sorry, I just remembered something." I swept my straight black hair over my shoulders before I continued. "Don't worry, I'm positive I'll win again. Think of the two months rental in the apartment that I could save for a new car."

"I totally agree. You have to dispose of that car. You've spent too much already, having it repaired all the time." Julie suggested.

"Just a few more bucks for the down payment."

"In case youl win, I'm willing to give you my share of the apartment."

"Please no, Julie. You have a bigger problem. Your mom will need it for her medication."

Julie's mom has Lupus and recently, her condition got worse. Lupus is a long-term autoimmune disease in which the body's immune system becomes hyperactive and attacks normal, healthy tissues.

"Thank you, Kate. You've been very helpful to us from the very start. I don't know how I would survive without you."

"Don't think about it. We're sisters, right?"

"Absolutely. Sisters from different mothers."

We laughed, and I could not help but reminisce how our friendship started. Julie and I had been best friends since I entered university. We were both scholars and were taking the same course, Bachelor's Degree in Marketing. We've been classmates and shared the same struggle in life—the hardship of being raised by a single parent with not enough food on the table. It was so easy to relate to her. We worked and studied pretty hard to keep our scholarships.

"By the way, this deal is about Michael...what are the chances of winning?"

"101%."

"Good."