One: Game

Roy

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“I miss you!”

“Is there a problem?”

“You haven't been answering your calls! Come on. Don't make me cry. LOL!”

Those were the texts Renee had sent to me. Frustrated, I rolled my eyes, dug my phone into the pocket of my chinos pants, sighed. This was tiresome. My life was tiresome. 

"Roy, your car is ready," Gregory announced. 

I moved my gaze to him, frowning at him as if he was the reason for my predicament. Without uttering any word, I stood up, took my wallet from the desk in front of me, and headed out. 

Stepping out of my office, I sighted my secretary, Miss Hart, working on her laptop. As soon as she spotted me, she stood up straight, lowered her head. 

"You're leaving now, sir?" She enquired. 

I scoffed silently. A question like that wasn't supposed to be asked right now. My mood was terribly terrible. And, of course, it wouldn't be nice to curse at her for what wasn't her fault. Ignoring her would be the best thing to do. 

Flowing with the decision to ignore her, I left this vicinity. Gregory walked behind me, walked to the elevator with me. And reaching there, we made our way to the last floor of the building.  

In a short while, we were on the last floor. A couple of workers greeted me as I headed out of the building, and well, I managed to answer them even though my mood wasn't permitting me to. 

Finally, we reached my car. We had only spent about five minutes reaching my car, but it felt like forever. I guessed my frustration was getting to its peak. Who would help me out of this right now?

Renee? No. Not her. She wasn't really mine. This chase was only a game. I had to always keep that in mind. 

Jerking the door of my SUV Jeep, I hopped in, slamming the door immediately. So now, where was I heading for? Home? Club? Hotel?

After a long thought, I decided to go to the club. My dudes were there, so it was better to hang out with them for just one night. My lifestyle had been so tiring these days, so maybe some glasses of alcohol would help me get rid of this stress. 

"Dauri club. Take me there," I ordered Gregory. 

"Sure," he responded. 

As soon as he began to drive, I took my phone again. I wanted to use it, but I didn't want to speak with Renee. Having the phone with me always made me feel guilty. I had wanted to use her for dad's sake, but at this point, I hated this game. 

This was bad. It was dangerous. It was being too intense. I was getting used to her, and knowing I was only using her, was making me so terrible. I was getting worse as the day passed. The pit I had dug was slowly swallowing me.

Deceiving a woman for almost a year wasn't fine. And to worsen this, I was playing a game that didn't seem to want to end. I didn't know what dad wanted. I was tired. I just wanted to leave here and never return. 

I leaned the back of my head against the headrest, sighed hard.

Renee, what a poor woman. She would be hurt. I would lose her. I would lose someone who was close to my heart. But, irrespective of what would happen, going against dad wouldn't work. Renee or dad? And, of course, dad was my priority. 

I raked my fingers into my hair, shut my eyes. I had to meditate for a while. Meditate to reduce the hatred I presently felt for myself.  

***

Stench of alcohol in the air, crazy dance moves on the dance floor, a lot of hotties wooing dudes, red light covering the vicinity, and the deafening music attacking my ears. That was how the club was tonight. 

I squeezed my face in irritation, took a long gulp of my drink. I just wanted to be drunk, but that didn't seem to be working. Nothing seemed to be working. 

My phone beeped from the glass table in front of me. Taking it, my eyebrows formed a frown on seeing it was a text from Dad. What was he ordering me to do this time around?

“See you tomorrow by six in the evening. At home.”

I rolled my eyes. Again? He wasn't going to ask me to end this stupid game? He only wanted to see me? Furious, I dropped the phone back on the table, drank from my glass.

"Dude, what's going on with you?" Jason asked, after staring at me for almost five minutes. 

"Nothing," I replied. Definitely, I was apathetic to anything he had to say, which kind of beamed in my voice. 

He sighed. "Renee's not been fine. Do you know that?" 

Hearing just her name, my heart ached. I was helpless, broken, scared, angry at myself. I had thought this game wouldn't have any effects on me, but I had been clearly wrong. 

I swallowed. "Yeah, she told me. How did you know?" 

"It seems like someone needs a new babe," Joe remarked. Turning to him, I threw him a glare. For his info, I needed no babe. 

"I need nothing," I spat out. Oops, that was close. From the way I had spoken, Jason could suspect I wasn't fine. 

Dean chuckled from where he sat. He sat close to Jason, just opposite Jeo and I. A glass table stood between us, a dozen bottles of alcohol on it. 

"Calm down, man. We know you love your babe. Joe's only joking," Dean teased.  

Trying to stay calm, I drank from my glass. 

"When last did you speak with her?" Jason interrogated further. I hated this. I never interfered in his problems, so what was with him now? Could he just stop with the creepy questions?

Again, I swallowed. "I've been busy at work. Speaking with her isn't possible for now."

"Huh?" He quirked a brow at me, giving me that are-you-nuts look. "Um, calling her would last for only a few minutes. Are you sure you're okay?"

My head boiled in anger, but yeah, I had to stay calm. "Yes, I am. Thanks for your concern. I'll speak with her tonight."

"You had better." He poured himself some alcohol, sipped from it. "Bella said she's overly worried. She thought you had an accident or something."

I scoffed. "Accident? Crazy."

My phone beeped again. Taking it, another glare grew on my face. It was Kath. And what did she want this time around? 

“Tomorrow is for us. No one else. Save your time, honey." 

For us? What a joker she was. 

Just about to drop my phone, another text came in. I wanted to groan, knowing fully well it would be from Kath, but that was when Renee's name popped out on my phonescreen. 

“I know you're busy these days. I understand that. Take your time, okay? And know I'll always support you in your hard times. Lots of love. 

Your baby, 

Renee.”

My stomach knotted. Involuntarily, I gripped the glass in my hand. My jaw clenched, and I felt the need to puke. This was getting too much; too hard, too upsetting. She didn't deserve this from me.  

"You're okay there?" Jason probably noticed the sudden tension that swept through me, so he asked that. 

I raised my eyes to him, and just nodded. 

Unable to bear this killing pain I felt in my torso, I stood up. "I'll be right back," I informed them. 

"No problem," Dean said. 

Not wasting time, I headed to the restroom. I just had to wash my face, brush Renee off my mind, and encourage myself to keep on being determined to not ruin this game. 

This wasn't the time to be regretful. This was the time to be perky, hot and ready for what I would face. Ready to see her get hurt; ready to let go of her soon. 

***

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