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Hunted By The Player That little B****!
I look at everyone at the table, reading their expressions.“With orange juice, my daughter?” Marcus wonders aloud, but he’s in a good mood.“Yes Father, it will have to be with juice. I can't drink alcohol anymore because I'm pregnant.” She smiles from ear to ear.Luana is startled beforehand but soon becomes teary-eyed. I hug Fernando, congratulating him on the wedding and the baby. I order him to take care of Sophia like no one else has ever done and he promises me he will.If everyone is happy and euphoric with the sudden growth of the family, Hunter is tense in his chair opposite of me. I can see him flexing his jaw tightly every time Sophia laughs and I wonder why his mind has wandered so far.Maria appears with a white bag with a sky-blue dots as a print. I read the note it comes with."Congratulations to the most beautiful mommy in the world. Your friend, Alice."Inside are three little white Converse shoes that would fit well on a boy or a girl. I definitely have the best peo
Hunted By The Player It finally happens
I'm an idiot.A tremendously selfish and genuinely dumb idiot.I look at the pool in front of me. The sunlight reflects across its crystal-clear water. I stand at the edge, reflecting as a person who has no notion of his actions. I try to think about what I did.I accepted the request. I selfishly accepted the request and felt like the most complete person in the world. I continue to watch the water with the filter jets running and thin about Hunter's words hanging over my head last night.14 hours ago..."Hunter!” I squeal, covering my mouth as I view the lantern-like lights around us.“It took me too long to do this.” He glances at me nervously. “Sorry for being the biggest asshole in the world and not having seen what you really wanted. Or actually, deserved.” I swallow hard feeling, my heart stop. “I can't spend a second longer away from you; I want you at all times of life and maybe even later.” With that he gives a disgruntled helpless smile.“Hunter, you don’t need...”“I alway
Hunted By The Player Teary and tensed
HunterMy stress is finally over the sale of the house and the search for a new one is not great because Selena said the word I so longed for: yes. Her eyes sparkled even brighter than the ring, little did she know how long I had it with me for!I smile as if I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world for my accepted proposal. The noise of my cellphone ringing through the car speakers wakes me from my daydreams.“Hello, Jimmy,” I speak as I reduce speed to stop at the red light. The traffic was insane for some reason today and it wasn’t even the weekend or a bank holiday.“Let's go to Eric's house,” he suggests.“What's there?” I ask, rolling my eyes. Now Jimmy is my guy alright but he could be so dramatic, I could mistake him for a girl!“The girls are at your house having a party. We've been left behind, man,” he says, grudgingly.“I know.” I look both ways to analyze the best route to get to Eric's apartment. “So, I'll be there in five minutes."“I'm drinking a Blue Label.” He t
Hunted By The Player Little joys of life
I try to settle into the driver's seat and twist and turn and wiggle…“Damn it!" I curse.Sophia's Audi A1 looks is a little too small for me and my three-month-pregnant-with-triplets belly. I grab my cellphone and dial the most familiar number I know.“Hunter,” I speak tearfully. I lean my forehead against the steering wheel while holding the cellphone to my ear.“What happened, my beautiful?” he asks, worried.“Hunter, I can’t get in the car anymore!” I cry out, annoyed.“In which car?”“In Sophia's.”He laughs. “You’re trying to sit in her car?”I say yes. I don't see anything funny about any of this.“The Lamborghini is available,” he offers.I look at the shiny black car beside me and make a face. “I don't want her.” My voice comes out like a child’s.“And by the way, where are you going?” I stammer a little and he senses my hesitation. “Don't tell me you're alone.” I can hear his smile disappear.“Yes, I am and I'm going shopping,” I say, firmly.“Purchases?” he inquires.“Yes,
Hunted By The Player Best thing in the world
I can hear my own heart beating; I am so still. As if standing still would help with anything. As they say, no women can ever hold a secret for too long or be in suspense! It is the ultimate form of torture.My heart nearly leaps into my mouth when Hunter opens the door. I am sitting behind the balls, so it is pretty clear what I am presenting here. I was tempted to bite my nails though.He approaches silently, scanning me and the three balls, not quite understanding. He steps closer and reads the three plaques on each ball. When he finishes, that perfect mouth breaks into a huge smile for me.“There are three boys, my 3 boys!” he says, choking up.“Yes,” I confirm, smiling. His happiness was out of bounds as he collected all the 3 balls in his arms as though our babies were in front of him.“I'm almost the luckiest man in the world.” Then he frowns. “All I need is an answer.”“You've already had your answer.” I smile.“I made you a proposal.” He sits in front of me, moving the balls.
Hunted By The Player A little different this time
This thing where I turn from one side to the other is not my thing. Again, I roll onto my left side, admire Hunter's bare back, and count his little spots visible in the room’s darkness, where the only beam of light is from the moon.I roll over onto my back again, and my newer, more usual discomfort remains with me.“Shit.” I punch the mattress with clenched fists.“What was that, Selena?”-mutters Hunter sleepily.“I can't fix myself to sleep” I whimper.“Again?” Finally, he turns and faces me with those beautiful pairs of blue eyes.“I thought I would sleep well, at least this night.”I was counting on it. After Hunter's long presentation celebration, we arrived at the hotel right after his first appearance as a Real Madrid player. It was after one in the morning! For a change, I had to sit for more than half the time. I was unable to drink a little sip of champagne and I had to sit still and wait for people to come and congratulate me on the “baby” who was almost winning.That's wh
Hunted By The Player Sense of Calm
“Like how?” I mumble with a failed voice.He flips me over, making me straddle him.“Like this,” he insists.I could freeze this moment and never forget how a man in love stares at a woman. His bright blue eyes and perfect mouth pulling a goofy smile makes me realise I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have a man like Hunter Blanco.I stick my lips out to his tasting him; our tongues now dance a new rhythm that I still need to know what it’s called. But if it is up to me, they would dance nonstop for a lifetime.My pajama shirt is now on the floor, leaving my breasts exposed.“So beautiful,” he murmurs as he starts to caress them.He kisses my ever-growing huge tummy so sweetly before teasing me at other places. He begins to smell my arm pit and licks on the adjoining skin, hell I did not know that was a pleasure point. Hunter’s bag of tricks never failed to turn me on.His mouth is hot and affectionate as he tastes every inch of my new body, showering me with plenty of compliments
Hunted By The Player Baby shower
I look once more at the entrance to Barcelona's beach house. I will miss it so much; I will miss it a lot. Fights, reconciliations, kisses, Ahmm hot steamy sex and a new stage of mine happening here and now. I will live more than six hundred kilometres from here, which isn't much, but it's still far.“I like it here,” I say, getting into the only car left, the R8.Hunter already sold all the other cars, including my favourite Lamborghini. At first, I felt strange and guilty that he sold them all because there are only two seats in each. Not convenient for the five us from now on. But he explained that he needed to “turn” the market and make the cars not devalue just because of his ethical reasons.We head to the airport for what feels like the last time. Leaving Barcelona is in the plans as Hunter will show up in two days for his first training session on the new team. Up in the air, I observe the early afternoon of sunny Barcelona, its rich architecture and the people as if they ar
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