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Hunted By The Player Complications
I look at the balcony where Miguel is finishing installing the last details of the Spanish flags displayed on the support grid. On his back is the number ten with Hunter's name in green. It reminds me that I am pregnant with his children. The autograph and signature are at the height of my brother's ribs and my mind wanders to the notes Hunter always left me. I pout for the longing that settles upon my chest.A week ago, I lied to the man I loved for being a complete coward. I am unable to face reality, but lately I prefer to think that I was protecting him and his professional life and for that he has to leave people aside, i.e., me.The announcement of his transfer to the rival club was no surprise to anyone and not a breaking news, the newspapers and sports programs had only officially announced the events. There were no pronouncements from Hunter only Alan who gave a small note saying that "Hunter" himself and his family were very happy. As the announcement was not new, the most c
Hunted By The Player I love you more
“I don't know how to take care of children anymore, let alone three at once!” she speaks to herself, trying to conform. She was clearly feeling all the stress from Dr Milton’s words.“Sorry Mom.” I reply, truly apologetic for all the shit that I put her through“You'll see, when the three of them are crying...” She comments sarcastically, shaking her head as though she had already imagined the very sight.I laugh, still unhappy and crying. “My god, Mother! I know I may not be here, but I'll take care of you all.” I look at my fingers in my lap.“You are obliged to be here; I forbid you not to be.” We let out a laugh together in the back of our throats. “How are we going to care for them?”“I have my life insurance, remember. And if something happens…” I swallow hard. “You won't have to worry about money.”My voice gets more choked. Does the insurance cover... death? My thoughts make me panic all the more.“You have to tell him,” says my mom. I know she is talking about Hunter. She al
Hunted By The Player Crap
I am huge! My belly has grown in an abnormal way since I am pregnant with three small surprises, which is always leaving me tired and feeling unwell.I go back to the computer to finish reviewing one of the articles Stella had sent me and finish today's post for my blog. Lately I have been receiving lots of great comments about my posts.Spain is doing well in the world cup and is one of the favorite teams for the cup. Hunter calls me every day to find out how I am, and I've been thinking that he might have a sixth sense of foreboding about events. I check the time through my notebook and see that it's time for another vitamin pill for pregnant women. If I knew I would get lucky to be carrying three at once, I would have tried to wait longer!“I have arrived, daughter.” My mother pokes her head into the room. “How are you doing?”“Hungry and very, very tired,” I pout. “Mom, how is this possible?” I point to my stomach with some despair and she sits on my bed.“Selena, you're already t
Hunted By The Player WTF!?
"Well, dearevery time I love youYou happen to be in and out of my life, in and out my loveTell meif you actually love medon’t go, in and out of my lifefreaking me out my darlingLove has never felt so good " - Justin Timber ft. Michel Jack – “Love Has Never Felt So Good”HunterI sit for hours on the bed in the suite without moving. A dream that has ended tragically and irreparably. I have never cried so much in my life. I really wanted to be world champion with my team and I wanted to see every Spaniard celebrating victory in every way possible.I look outside and see the night has already arrived. Or is it already dawn? I look for my cellphone under my pillow and press the button so the screen lights up. It reads two o'clock in the morning. I don't know how the time flew so much. A message from Selena is present in one of the many notifications. I manage to smile and open the contents.After reading her message, I cry even more, seeing that at least someone else still trusts a
Hunted By The Player New Year,No Old Fuss
“Hunter Blanco.” I shake his hand. I turn to face Selena. “Shall we take a drive?” Why won’t she look at me?“Yes.” She gives just one nod. “Thank you for accompanying me here,” she tells the dancer.“Just don't spoil anything.” I look at him and lead Selena to the car. What is that son of a bitch doing here?I start the car and notice that Selena is tense beside me. I drive until I reach the outskirts of the city, where you can park your car to admire the jetty and the beach.“Thanks for message,” I say when I turn off the car and she shifts uncomfortably, irritated, angry, confused.“Glad you liked it.” She offers a nervous smile.“Selena, I missed you so much I...” I put my hand on the side of her waist. Huh? I move my hand to the top of her stomach. “What is this?” I gasp when I feel the bulge. Am I actually dreaming or is this really happening?“I-I was going to tell you...” she tries to speak.“Tell me what?” I demand, trying not to snarl.“Just don't scream.” She squints at me.
Hunted By The Player Now or never
Moments before...I tilt my head and stare at the magazine with the scene of the rented house in Barcelona where Hunter looked at me with passion. I feel a pang because I miss my blue-eyed man.I zap the TV schedule and see the scene of a romantic dream being cut in half and instantly my desire for a dream is kindled inside me.“Surprises, why do you do this to Mom?” I speak once more to my children.I zap a few more channels and stop on the topic of why the Spanish team have lost to such an ugly score, blaming Hunter as if he were the only one on a team with more than twenty players, coaching staff and directors. Ridiculous people!I realize that I won't be able to fool my little surprises and I put on my big coat to go out so that no one is speculating my pregnancy. I grab my inseparable bonnet since I've been colder than usual lately.I arrive at the bakery and go straight to the sweets section. Finding my long-awaited dream of cream, I order two right away.“And she’s alive.” I'm
Hunted By The Player Scares and tears
“Mom, he was here,” I cry, still lying down with my back to the door. “I screwed up again, Mom. I didn't want to hurt him but as always, I screwed it up.” I sniffle. “When will I stop hurting people?”I feel a weight as my bed sinks and strong arms hug me from behind.“You didn't mess anything up.” The deep voice makes me shiver and scares me at the same time.“Hunter?” I speak, not believing. “How... how...”“Shh.”“I... How...” My head is boiling so much that I can’t finish a sentence and the crying again ignites. I am mortified to cry like a little girl in front of Hunter.“Calm down, I'm here.” His voice is like a whisper.I arch my back in pain.“Ouch ouch ouch Hunter!” I exclaim, panting as something hot drips onto the mattress.“Selena!” He releases, exasperated to see blood on the mattress.Oh shit, not again... My little surprises!“Grab a towel from the bathroom and my bag from behind the door,” I order.I hear Hunter crashing through the still unknown house. I get up slow
Hunted By The Player Arrival woes
I wake up after another long nap. As the pilot had warned, within twenty minutes we will be landing on Spanish soil once more. I peer sleepily out the window, seeing numerous clouds. I feel uncomfortable with the seat belt squeezing my bladder, and I will be relieved when I can finally unbuckle it.My mother postponed the invitation to come with us on the same flight. She and Miguel— who will be on vacation— will arrive in a week together with Dr. Milton and his wife. Everything has been paid for by Hunter, without the slightest hesitation. I manage to convince my father to come to Barcelona, even reluctantly.Hunter and I talked but we haven't had "the conversation". For almost two days I can’t believe he was crossing my street to meet me and that was how he finally found out I was pregnant. But here now, with him holding my hand like a teenage couple, everything has been an absolute dream.“Mr. Blanco, the arrival’s area for foreigners requests your presence,” the commander formal
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