Handcuffed Rivals

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With an annoyed exhale, my back turned to the exit of the room, King hot on my tail. We had no intentions of wasting our time at Mark if he didn't know who Klo slept with, so brushing all the awful mind-settling images that came crowling back to my head, I looked up at King.

"Did we just do all that and nothing came out of it?" the dissapointment was hard to not realese, as my own voice betrayed me. I mean, I had a good plan that almost got ruined by the infamous idiot that has been checking me out since we left the room but other then that, it was a good plan.

There weren't any loopholes, and I was proud of it so far, just not the outcome.
That was unexpected.

"Something is fishy about all that." he was still checking out my body, his eyes doing a once-over, staying a bit longer at my neck line, all glossy and shiny, with a necklace to entance its longness. I tend to dress up better if there are some schemes around and I'm a player.

"You done?" I smirked enjoying the win. He caved faster then the game itself, it barely began and yet he was all knocking the door out of sight, the second another guy touched my skin.

"We'll see when I'm done." he licked his bottom lip, watching me and I watched him. Just this unusual satisfaction of standing there, in front of him, absorbing every little detail on his flawless skin.

I've always wanted a normal type of skin, not this combination mess where you have to moisturise and cleanese and exfoliate, watching all over the t-zone and how much sebum it creates.

I'm telling you, the hardest skin type.
And his face, damn him and his genes.

"Aren't you already?" I steped closer once Mark left the room, passing us by with his head held low, all the alcohol and bravery he once had, evaporeted in the air.

King lowered his head to match my heigh "Where did you gather that?"

"You caved there! You fell like a little girl on a swing." I was refearing to the game we were playing and him not having the stamina to swallow someone else touching me.

"That fight? That wasn't me caving anything, that was me not trusting you and taking things my way." he almost spat in my face, horrified I'd ever peg him so low.

I swallowed but remained calm on the outside. My heart thought, it skipped way too many painful beats "I had everything under control and don't you make a fool out of me. You couldn't stand someone being so close to me, feeling me, touching me."

I took a step closer again, making very little room in between us, our breaths hitting each other. I was sweating like I run a marathon but I continued to emphasizing every little word waiting for a reaction.

"You really do think so highly of yourself." his stoic, cold tone, scratched me like a knife and I was a bad chef, never knew what to do in the kitchen.

"Look who's talking. A guy who supposedly has no interest in my connections yet goes all out of his way to find out things that have no benefit to him, hm?" I was slowly making my point across, hatred that has been on hold for so long, came back to its surface, back to win a war that never stopped. Just took a break that helped nothing.

Not that any of us believed in breaks or the effects of it.

I continued "What do you get out of this?"

"Kindness? From the debts of my heart." his lip curved in a sly smirk, reading out my distrustful narrow eye-look. "You don't do things out of the blue! Tell me."

"Coopy, I have things to do." he tapped my head, messing the locks around and creating a nest no bird wanted to fly on. Thank God, because I've had enough chickens in a day to last me a lifetime of mysery.