Share
Chance to choose
Related chapters
Hunted By The Player Good morning
I wake up to the low light in the room. I look to the side and see on the clock that it is seven in the morning. A note is taped underneath it:"Good morning, my beautiful. I hope you're feeling better this morning. I went to train and will be home at two o'clock. I love you, H."I read the note twice more. Is it his habit to leave such notes for me? I look at the drawer, and it looks tempting. I open it. Looks like he’s the gossipiest person in the world. There are several notes in there, all signed by the same person.''Good morning, my beautiful. You were so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up. I'll be back soon. I went to get some orders. I love you, H.""I wasn't kidding when I said I needed to run. I won't be long coming back and wait for me so we can have breakfast together. Let's leave right away. Love you, H.""Dear Selena, we are sending you some samples from our upcoming collection. I hope you can use them in your fantastic Blog. We like your style and perso
Hunted By The Player Re-introduction
I go straight to the drawers. Inside the first is nothing. I go to the second, and in the very right corner, there is a little blue box with a white ribbon forming a bow on top. But it isn't just any blue box. It is Tiffany's blue box. Holy crap. I slide the drawer closed and pull out the third. Great. Three magazines with our photos as the leading news. Maria finds me in his office and gives me a bunch more magazines, and I run upstairs to the bedroom.I tie my hair up and sit on the bed with a tablet on top of the dresser in the closet. I’m lucky there isn’t a password. I open magazine by magazine, leaving the parts of the photographs on display and analysing them one by one, noting that I love twenty-three-year-old Selena. I like the way I dress and especially the way I see myself smiling beside Hunter. I take in Hunter's ultra-modern white canvas and start typing the words of the magazine into Google translator.My mother calls me down for lunch but I deny myself food. I don’t car
Hunted By The Player More Questions
HunterI put my hand on Selena's back as we settle in Dr. Sheena's office. The two simply exchange a simple greeting because they both don't understand each other's language.The doctor starts by asking the basic questions and I translate between the two. She couldn’t seem to understand most of Spanish or English words.“How do you feel today? Any change with the headaches?” I turn to Selena, translating perfectly.“I'm feeling great, and I'm not in pain right now,” informs Selena. “It's only when I've been watching something for a long time.” I pass the information on to the doctor, who pulls a smile from the corner of her mouth. She gives me more questions to translate.“Do the medications take effect at the same time? And are you taking them at the preferred time throughout the day?”Selena opens a small smile. “The remedies are effective. But the pain is only for a moment. It's like a pinch: you feel it right away.” I laugh with her explanation and pass it to the doctor, who laugh
Hunted By The Player I need to be alone
“Let's go?” I call for him without the slightest patience. He nods his head. He's calm, hands in pockets, and seems to be on automatic in the mini conversation.“Invited you to a party, didn’t they?” I ask ironically, pretending to pay attention to the merchandise on display.“Every day you surprise me even more,” he comments, holding back a laugh. Oh, what a pain, why is he always laughing?“Should I know the reason?” We turn into the aisle next door.“You're still the same, you just don't know it.”I make a face in response to that. “Right. One more point for you who knows me so well.” I choose a lavender soap.“You prefer roses.” He shrugs, paying attention to his cellphone. I roll my eyes. How can he know so much about me?“Is there anything you don't know about me?” I give up trying to distract him.“Until you recover your memory, I'll never know.” He has the cellphone like mine in his hand. “You got the rose one? Do you want anything else?”I look at the same women who are trail
Hunted By The Player Language of Love
‘But now I supposeThat this is where we could stayDo you regretHolding my hand tenderly?Please do not forgetDon't forget’– “Don't Forget” - Lemi Dovato*The Holy Family Church leaves me ecstatic. The architecture and the feeling of being there further warms my dream of getting married one day. Every girl wants to walk down the aisle and be the center of everyone’s attention, don’t they? But I only want the attention of my beloved, it’s the man who I marry will matter the most to me. I have never seen a church so big and so beautiful. It looks more like a castle.“I am tired,” I say out loud. I take another photo of Sophia with the landscape of Barcelona right behind her.“We've been walking for two hours.” She confirms by checking her expensive watch. “Hunter said not to tire you out so much. I’ve failed.” She shrugs playfully.“You're terrible at running missions.” I laugh and she makes a face at me.“Not so much. You're enjoying our walks.” She teasesI make a thoughtful face
Hunted By The Player Calm as a cucumber!
I sit in the very comfortable sun chair and pick up the magazine next to Sophia's chair, which, who could have imagined, is Spanish. I look at a photo of me and Hunter, a combination of two photos.I take advantage of the fact that the three of them are in a sharp conversation about food and focus on the article that contains my name."It seems that Selena Garcia's accident has definitely affected the romance with player Hunter Blanco. Selena rarely leaves the house, most of the time is with her sister-in-law. Hunter and Selena were seen together only once after the accident in a supermarket in Spain with a certain detachment.Sources said they didn't exchange caresses and didn't even walk hand in hand as usual. Selena also had a crisis of jealousy while shopping with the player, which must have aggravated the couple's situation even more.Hunter Blanco, who at the end of February will be parading at the fashion week in Paris, did not comment on the news and said that he only wants to
Hunted By The Player In Vogue
"When we change our mind and have an inner transformation, something radical happens on the outside, because when we look for different results, we can't keep doing the same things" reads twenty-one days to transform your life.Me and my nanny, who happens to be Sophia, arrived at the restaurant five minutes before Stella Castellano 's appointed time. I look out the car’s window at the big, open restaurant; my belly behaves like I'm going to ride a roller coaster.Another crazy moment: I'm going to lunch with someone I have no idea who they’re like. From my nervousness I suspect that I am like a child being forced to do the things the parents want.“Do you want me to go with you?” Sophia rolls her eyes at me.“I think I have to do this alone,” I murmur. “They’re a director, what could be so bad?” My voice comes out more nervous than usual. I look at the clock on the dashboard and see my time has already arrived.“Good luck.” I look at Sophia who has her right thumb up for me.“Thanks.
Hunted By The Player I have no idea
We enter the house giggling with each other, and I find Hunter coming down the stairs in a crisp black Armani blazer and his Italian-style hair pulled to the side.“I see the conversation was good.” He catches me off guard, greeting, kissing me almost on the corner of my mouth.My neck tingles from the touch of his hand on my neck. “It was great,” I manage to say in a trance and completely bewildered.“So come tell me.” He sits on the huge sofa and I look back, checking for Sophia, but of course she's already gone.I sit on the couch next to him, keeping my usual distance.“She gave me a job,” I reveal, relaxing.“That's great!” He opens a smile from ear to ear that makes me melt a little. That was a genuine expression of happiness for me from his end. What the fuck is happening to me?“Better yet, I don't need to be going to Madrid to finish work. Maybe I have to go there once or twice but that's the least of it.” I try to smile.“Nothing better could have happened to you.” He puts
Latest chapter
