Playing the Same Game

Though, maybe barging into someone's room isn't one of my brightest moments cause I walked in on Mr. Vitale's bare naked bottom.

"Megan! What the hell is wrong with you, woman?" He scrambled around to get the towel lying on his bed.

"Well, for one, I don't f*cking walk around in my nudity for everyone to see." I still had my hands clutching my eyes shut, though that did no good. I had already gotten a dose of his perfectly sculpted bottom imprinted in my memory, every curve and crevice.

"Woman, before you start screeching excuses, realize whose room this is and who the hell is barging in." He looked flawless as he stood under the moonlight filtering through the large bedroom window. His chiseled torso heaving in heavy blunder.

"Well, I'm sorry, Okay? Or do you need to see me naked to repay this mistake as well?" Maybe, I was in one of those moods because I broke down sobbing. It was such an awkward moment, especially for him, just standing there in his covered glory while I bawled my sorrow.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean our contract to be interpreted that way. I just wanted the best for both of us."

"Please."

"Stop crying. Maybe, we can revise the document together after the event?"

"It's not that. I just don't want to be a whore, asking for your money then sleeping with you." I hiccuped the words in between sobs.

"Sweetheart, you're not a whore and you sure the hell didn't ask for my money. I offered."

"Still sounds like I'm a whore..."

"God, I'm awful at making people feel better."

"Maybe it's because you're always making them feel bad about themselves?" His revelation caused a giggle reaction in me.

"I guess so. It's in my blood."

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The king had always underestimated pawns. He thought they were just weak pieces meant to be used and tossed aside. Until he realized the real value of this pawn. This pawn had the potential to become a queen. His queen.