Hunted By The Player
g to take your hand and lead you to my car. Can I?" he asks
tomatically. He swiftly catches it and guides me to t
. Of course, the shiny black Lamborghini is his
? I feel my breath heavy
engine makes a thunderous roar. I like it, powerful and s
" he asks me, trying
ke a car like this?" I say, laughing, calming do
ow, how beautiful he
eed you to lower your head," he says
nnocently, puzzled
to be quite invasive and you wouldn't actua
ing out for me!" I reply
paparazzi outside the pub's gate. I don't know if I like it or not. On the one hand, I'm not going t
he leather seat. "Sorry, but I expected you wouldn't want
like this situation. "I live in the city centre, near a cafe calle
ou prefer to go somewhere else? I think
don't like the direction of this conversation. I look out t
. "Back in the pub, it seemed like y
car with strangers," I admit, as
?" he asks, changin
ther to speak or not. But what could he do
a," I
comes alive at night...the beaches, best of the best parties...all the metropolit
ut softly enough I pray he didn't hear me. I frown. Of course, he wou
s, trying once again to fl
g sarcastically, and he, to my surprise, laughs too. "Is your te
n makes hi
categories there." He smiles,
ght there was hope for
, he makes a face. Seriously, eve
ort the international. That's why I never liked you. B
" He asks as though
ow, can I? Too bad I don't dare tell him that. My n
r," I reply, hoping I am not too rude. Good,
ss. Until he bre
ly. Oddly enough, his questions are ma
going to spend a month
ng?" He alternates his gaz
m. That's why I'm taking an extracurricular course at the Universit
anything; you know...
es me of
f fame. Sorry, but my house is no
somewhere e
ts out. I'm not some bitch who gets laid and then leave
my building five minutes later. I open the door and quickly e
number?" he asks me w
ase, tonight never happened. Thanks for
hard. I go straight to the apar
need