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Snippet:
Jason’s POV
…Fuck!
I exhaled sharply fighting the urge to look across at her with eyes of mean accusation, trying to get Krissy out of my head. But that proved a harder task than not looking at her. So, I went to the only thing that could help me, has helped me, when Krissy does her shit that throws my mind off its centre...my drink. But even now as I glare into my liquored cup, the woman seated mere feet in front of me consumes every corner of my mind.
Krissy loves playing games, but when tonight ends- however tonight ends, I will give her the fucking medal, hail her the winner, and let her in on what I told Dr Jackie this morning, I no longer wanted to play this mindfuck of a game. The game we've been playing for five years, our tit for tat where she hurts me and I hurt her more- oh! but she's seducing me back to it...torturing my heart...it was like she knew I was opting out.
I clench my jaw hard, looking deep into my cup of Hennessey, as my mind replays the image of her emerging through the club towards me...
I saw her before she saw me, and I had sensed her presence before my eyes even knew she was there. Like a dog, that leash, that line between us tugged on my heart physically turning me away from the conversation I was having with Chad and to the club's entrance, the nerves on my skin erect like some kind of Spidey Sense, in anticipation for something I didn't know yet.
And then Krissy entered...and my mouth cursed, and my blood rushed hot with the most intense want for the girl that possesses me, angers me, humbles me. Not a single part of my body was soft when my eyes landed on the brown beauty that she was, and my hands spasmed, like physically fucking jolted with greed wanting to need and grope every decadent asset her costume displayed…
