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Hunted By The Player Stomping and Blackmailing
We choose Barcelona as the place for the big day. There was no way not to choose Barcelona; everything happened in this beautiful city. The two times I met him was here, and there is no other place in the world I want to get married but here. The site is the mansion itself which, thank God, Hunter did not sell. I choose the big football field because it has a massive space as the event would be during daylight hours and end close to sunset. Of course, Hunter makes a face at my demands but wisely chooses not to clear his throat or anything.I can see in Hunter's eyes that he is much more nervous than me even though I am the one struggling to sleep at night because of the pain. I might as well be glamorously pregnant and not be tired all the time.One hundred and twenty people are on the guestlist. I don’t even know where so many people came from. I pick up the invitation with the name “Christiano e Familia” and Hunter frowns.“One day, you will tell me what happened between you and you
Hunted By The Player Every girl’s dream
He looks at me for several seconds that feel endless. I look away once more to see if he starts talking but nothing.“This is leaving me in anticipation.” I smile in humour.“Never say that again.” I let out my breath. “My dream is coming true every day.”I go back to grinning and rock on my heels. “I want a favour.”“Oh yes?” he questions suspiciously.“I want a pregnancy book.” I bite my lip.“You do?” He’s amazed.“That's right, I want a pregnant book in a photo studio with you,” I release all at once.He looks at me like it was ten minutes ago when he arrived.“That would be a reminder for all of us.” I lower my head, indicating belly.“That would be more than amazing.” He opens a wide smile.“Really?” My smile widens too.“Today?” he asks, excited.“Today.” I nod with my head.I swing my leg at the nerves that passes through me at this moment as Madrid passes the side of my window in blurs. I relax against the car’s plush seats, gazing at the scenery go by.“You’re nervous.” I
Hunted By The Player The right choice
I am left alone looking at myself in the mirror. Pink cheeks, bright brown eyes, cold sweating hands, a white wedding dress, a tiara in my hair, and an aching stomach. I look beautiful and completely freaked out.I turn around once more and see my friends, Sophia, my mother and mother-in-law join the countless guests behind the house in Barcelona. The football field is different now without the white lines demarcating where there are no chairs for the guests, an altar made of pergola and fabrics and the rest of the decoration—all simple. I sigh once again that everything is so simple, that it doesn't “smell like money”.My heart leaps when I see Hunter. I narrow my eyes at the distance between the house, and the reasonable steps it takes to reach the ceremony space. I can see that it's just the graffiti-coloured suit with a white shirt inside, and soon it disappears from my view. Seconds later, my cellphone notifies me of a new message.“I love you, but don't be late because I'm going
Hunted By The Player Smiles and tears
HunterI greet the guests while the damn hour passes by. Just when you want to give her space, time shows you that you are not and will never own it. I clench and unclench my fists several times to see if the tension is gone. I look several times to where Selena will be appearing and want to run to her and see her beautiful brown eyes shining. I am restrained by my godparents Jimmy and Fernando. I often look at my old bedroom window and wish I can see it for at least a second, but I see nothing as the trees and distance blocks my view. When I realise that the women have given the air of their graces to the party, I feel it is almost time. I prefer to think a little more about how much I am looking forward to it, to finally have Selena as my wife and see my children, only now without escape.I position myself in the agreed-upon place at the altar and tensely wait for the music to start. When I realise Selena is already walking with her father beside her, smiling at our guests, I finall
Hunted By The Player Reception
I spin around the reception room, greeting each guest. I take one more look around the big green carpet and think how there can’t be a better place for me to have gotten married. In addition to the countless memories that the house has provided for me, Hunter feels at home. This is exactly how I want Hunter to feel.“I am tired,” I speak softly to my friends.“Champagne is still flowing,” Valentina comments, and I narrow my eyes at her.“You don’t say?” I say, pretending to be rude. “I chose it. Of course, it's good!” I start to drool at the bubbly liquid being served. “Just a sip?” I ask them, and they all laugh.“Sophia?” She shakes her head no.“Katrina?” She shakes her head no.“Alice?” She shakes her head no.I stare stony at Joanna because I already know her answer. “I'm not even going to waste my time!”I look once more at the guests and stop at a blonde with hair almost to her waist. There are so many people that I need help knowing who is who.“Who is that?” I lift my chin as
Hunted By The Player Hugs and kisses
Hunter“I'm inquisitive,” she says, looking giddy but ever so beautiful“About what?” I wonder.“About where are we going,” She behaves like a little girl, still playing, twirling in her wedding dress.“Where are we going?” I look away as if I don't understand.“Hunter!” She slaps my arm. “Stop it, if you're not going to get a laugh from your pregnant wife.”“Surprise, my beautiful.” I suck on her pouting lower lip. “Surprise.”I leave Selena once more with the girls and go back to the big guys' table. I leave my wife, my WOMAN; how good it feels to say that! “Awww my heart is full looking at you love birds?” Jimmy greets me again with my newest adjective.“Idiot,” I say. I drop an ice cube in my drink and pour myself a shot of whiskey.“Man, speeches are kind of for faggots don't you think?”Eric, Fernando, my father, Tony and Miguel are laughing together.“Well, I'm a faggot, right?” I take my dose. “I wasn't the one who publicly declared myself on Forbes*.”He almost chokes on his
Hunted By The Player Throes of passion
I am wrapped in the white silk sheet admiring the view of Zaragoza. I can’t help but joke about the last two syllables in the city's name. And what a city!It was new for me to ride a train, which I thought would be indifferent and martyrdom for pregnant people, but my expectations for the big metal cabin with hard seats gave way to a hotel cabin with TV and all it has. Right. I was grateful for not having to suffer many bumps, thank God!I keep watching the city surrounded by castles, a significant river on the edge of the town rich in history, the culture, and I think I already said castles. Castles! Who thought that I would see a castle without being in Disney?I try to absorb the calm of the city; no horns, traffic, new house works... Only the warm breeze of the Spanish spring morning. I look once more at the note in my hands.“Good morning to the most beautiful woman in the world. MY WIFE. Thank you for the wonderful night, my love, making love to you, knowing you'll always be mi
Hunted By The Player Six months and counting
“Selena.” I hear a deep throat masculine voice calling out softly yet strongly for me.I open my eyes and squint against the glare.“Love, did you sleep out here?” Hunter is asking me. I look around and notice I'm still on the lounge chair.“How long have you been here?” I ask, checking the clock on my cellphone.“I think fifteen minutes. You can't sleep here. It’s very uncomfortable. It’s going to hurt your back.”I stand up and stretch my arms to relax my spine. “I think now I'm ready for the ride.”He laughs and watches me like I'm a naughty child who has been too quiet for far too long.The city with tall castles and stone buildings is the city's grace. I feel like I am in a movie about princesses from the Roman era, just missing the white dress. Everywhere I look, it is a feeling of living in a one-sided world, as the pale stone buildings are very different from my city, where the expensive architecture has to be designed with mirrored glass as it is in modernity.“It's all so b
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