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Hunted By The Player His Letter
Our return to Barcelona is more tumultuous than our trip to Paris. There are more photographers at the airport, on the streets and even at the entrance to Valentina’s building. They know where we had gone and ask about our trip and if we are engaged. We choose to remain silent. It is already 5 p.m. when I enter the apartment and my flight is due at 7 p.m.Hunter leaves me at home to finish organising, packing my things and saying goodbye to the girls, since Katrina and Joanna will only be leaving a week later. When I finish tidying up, we make some spiced tea for my farewell.Valentina very sweetly tells me how much she enjoyed spending time with me, that she wants to see me again, that we should be great friends from now on and wishes me good things for my life and career. I invite her to come to my city someday, and she accepts.I tell them about my entire trip to Paris, going to Euro Disney, and about the promise ring he gave me… I boast about how amazing the entire trip was. I tel
Hunted By The Player Home
My arrival in America is worse than I had imagined. It is 11 a.m. and photographers are already chasing me. As the plane landed about one hour ago, I have since found myself at McDonald’s in the airport to satiate my hunger. While eating, paparazzi appears from nowhere to start photographing me, which pisses me off a lot. I eat quickly and get out of there.When I pass the front of a bookstore, I see a picture of Hunter and me at Disney, hugging and smiling, on top of a gossip magazine cover that reads, “The hottest couple of the moment enjoy a mini-vacation in Disney Paris”. The hottest couple of the moment? I buy this and two other magazines that have us on their cover.I look at my boarding pass for the correct gate and go to the nearest bathroom to put on my hat and sunglasses. I am not enjoying this fame thing at all. I am almost finished concealing myself when three girls around the age of fourteen ask to take a picture with me. They seem giddy as they keep talking, and the only
Hunted By The Player Irritation
He seems to be smiling through the phone but it feels a little forced, like he is sad.“Hi,” I say, regretting the way I answered. “I'm a little tired from the trip, that's all. Are you okay?” I ask softly.“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth? Which do you prefer?” he replies after a few moments of silence.“Give me both options, and I'll tell you which one I prefer.” I laugh to cheer him up a little and break the slight tension of longing.“Well, I could say I’ve never been better, and I just miss you, but that's the lie, and I suck at lying ever since I met you. I miss you like crazy, and I'm about to get on a plane to come to you, and that's the truth,” he says, bringing a smile to my face.“I think I'll take the first option and choose to be rational for both of us,” I reply saucily and we laugh together.“You seem upset. What happened?” he asks. He never fails to amaze me at how sensitive he can be. He so instinctively understands my frame of mind without even needing to see
Hunted By The Player Working life
It isn't easy to convince Steven Hudson, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, to let me go, since I didn't have time to write a weekly column. I need to focus on my career to be a complete professional. Though I appreciate when he mentions how he doesn’t want to let me go because he likes my work. He is honest with me, saying that if I write in the newspaper, he will be willing to pay the same amount of money because I am the one who signs the fashion page. I make it clear that at no point will he or the newspaper be piggybacking off my relationship with a famous footballer.He assures me again that it is my sheer hard work and determination that has led to this retention request and not my personal equations. I like his complete sincerity, so we agree: I will only write a monthly column so I can still have enough time to gain more experience and earn the same stipend.I’m getting into my car after my brief meeting with Steven Hudson, when my cellphone rings. The area code isn’t from
Hunted By The Player Meeting his family
His room is one of many suites in the mansion. The walls are is a very subtle light mint colour. It is furnished perfectly in a glossy wood colour and the bed was a king size of course, which I expected must have been placed there after the bedroom was installed, as the bed seems disproportionate to where it is. Nonetheless, if Hunter’s place in Spain was huge, this mansion was massive and needed a motorcycle to travel. If someone was lost, it would at least take a year to find the person!The window overlooks the large garden at the back of the house and the swimming pool with crystal clear water. I admire the posters of some bands like AC/DC and Oasis, as well as the old pictures of him from high school. He appears to be one of those boys that all girls were in love with.If I had met him back then, I would have fallen in love with him for sure. In addition to the photos, there is one of those very old computers that still has a box at the back. It still looks beautiful, surrounded
Hunted By The Player My past
I understood what he meant. We'd have to satiate our bodies in another way. But I've never had phone sex! I was willing to have a go at it though. His voice was so inviting that I couldn't even breathe properly. “I need you to get in the shower because I’m going to make you come right her and now, so it’s completely your choice,” he said. I begged him to wait and unpeeled my clothes as fast as humanly possible. Until then, I hadn't entered the bathroom yet. When I saw the bathtub, the first thing I imagined was the two of us in there together, loving each other. I heard water splash on the other end of the line. “I see someone was waiting for a call, right,” I said, seductively. I loved teasing him that way. “You have no idea, my beautiful,” he replied. His voice was already driving me crazy. I wrapped a small towel around my cellphone because I didn't want it to stop working. An iPhone doesn't just grow on trees. He told me what to do the entire time. I didn't understand how, bu
Hunted By The Player Kill me
I wake up to an insistent knock on my door, and the light coming in from the windows in the room nearly blinds me.“Selena, good morning! It’s time to leave now.” It isn't a question. I open the bedroom door looking like a zombie because of my scrunched-up face.“Good morning, ma crushed face.” Sophia laughs in my face. She is beautiful; all made up this time of morning...Wait, what time is it?“Good morning, lady diva.” I ask, “What time is it?”“It's nine-thirty. Let's enjoy the day since you're here,” she suggests while I rub my eyes.“Ok, can I get ready or would you prefer that I go like this?” I ask, teasing.“I'll wait for you downstairs. Show me your tongue,” she insists.“If I open my mouth more than this, you’re gonna run away. Now give me fifteen minutes, will you?” I raise my eyebrows in warning her before shutting the door.Sophia gives me time, informing me that we will be spending the whole day away from home but we aren't going anywhere fancy. I put on only the bare es
Hunted By The Player Evening well spent
“The Ukrainian model? Yeah, she's beautiful.” I try to sound as casual as I can. My head swims into all sorts of different permutations and combinations.“Selena, look, it won't be a big deal. It’s just a formal evening and you know I love you, don’t you?” he asks. I can make out how he is trying to calm me down and slow my breathing, but I just can’t stop my palpitations.“Hunter, stop it. As long as you're home before midnight,” I reply calmly. I hear him laugh as the tension seems to disappear.“I will be home even before you know I went out, my beautiful,” he says. I am about to start talking about my university classes when Sophia takes the phone from my hand.“Hi, bro. All’s fine with me, thank you for asking,” she taunts while rolling her eyes in jest. “Please don't bother Selena with boring things. We have to go because we're going bowling. Say you love her.”She puts the cellphone to my ear and I hear the sweet words. I say the same. Sophia puts the phone back to her ear. “I
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