The Player's Game

The Player's Game

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"Why did you punch Danny?" I said with gritted teeth. I was eating dinner peacefully with my co-worker when we were suddenly interrupted by my so called 'boyfriend' "He kissed you!" Francis said irritatedly. Well yeah. Danny kissed me. But it wasn't French or torrid kissing. Gosh! I hate it when he acts like we're exclusively dating. "So? "I asked calmly. Who does he think he is? His the one who said that we can both date other people but not in a serious way. He raised his eyebrows at my reply. "I'm your boyfriend Remember?" Fran asked me. "Yes. You're my boyfriend. But you told me, we can see other people as well." "I did. But no kissing, hugging, cuddling, or anything including sex." "God, we're not even serious about this relationship. You told me we can act as bf/gf but not fall inlove. Well you're acting like aa complete jealous boyfriend!!" I said while frowning. "Well maybe I am. Maybe I'm seriously jealous right now." He stated calmly. Copyright © Nikki
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Camila: I am so done with gorgeous men, I fell for one a long time ago and paid with my heart. I thought he loved me until I figured he couldn't stand my body and I was just a free place to live. I don't have time for games, I need to stay focused. Dante: I come from a family of means, but, I am just a regular man, I work 9 to 5. I actually enjoy working with all the "little people" I feel respected with them. I have recently woken up from a long sleep, I didn't even know a person could break your control the way she did it to me. She refuses to take my shit, and I love her all the more for it. -and when I inhaled again, I could smell HER, fuck, something citrusy and sweet. Delicious, I wondered if her lips would taste as good as she smelled. Her full peach colored lips beckoned me for a sampling. My mouth began to water. I looked back up to her eyes and time seemed to stand still, holy shit! That actually happens?! and as I gazed into her eyes, I felt something shift, I felt like my soul was on full display for her to unravel. And in her eyes, I saw a story, a story I very much would like to know about. Her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate coaxing me to take a dive. And I very much wanted to take the plunge and drown in them. She started to lean closer to me but stopped when I opened my stupid mouth said the last thought I'd had, "Impressive, did your man teach you how to work on his car?" Obviously, it was not what she waited for me to say at that moment and whatever connection had began was just as quickly DISconnected , because she gave me, what I'm assuming was supposed to be a death glare, but really she just managed to look cute with her little nose scrunched up. "Ex-cuse me!?" she almost yelled, she looked hurt. Oh damn, "What?" Shit, I had been drooling so much over her scent that my mouth didn't process the words through my brain before releasing.

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