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Hunted By The Player Jealousy
I open another e-mail that corresponds to Spanish Vogue, signed to me by Stella Castellano, Chief Director of the magazine. More details and more names appear in the office, besides the confirmed luxury hotel in Paris and my goals in the show. I will have to get an exclusive interview with some stylist. I look at the date and remember that the event will take place in just six days.I walk out onto the balcony and watch the movement five floors below me. People are coming and going, with their yellow smiles, their kids with bad hair and cars in a huge line because of the congestion of so many cars that passed by the famous Hilton at the end of February. As much as I love the heat and the sun and the yellow hue of life it gives each day, I am gray inside. As if a cloud came down inside me, leaving my own sun hidden and refusing to do its job: make me smile.I sit on the couch alone again like every afternoon, looking around as if I have nothing to do but look like a pot. I look at the
Hunted By The Player I am going home
“I brought your bank statements.” Mom walks inside my room and hands me my credit card and statements. At the end of the paper marks One-hundred twenty-five thousand dollars is in black ink as if it were any value.Did twenty-three-year-old Selena actually make all of this money?“What is this?” I approach, my eyes extracting. Am I seeing this right? “Mom, there’s a serious mistake here.” I lift the paper as if the internal printer had malfunctioned.“Life insurance,” my mother explains and an idea pops into my mind and I look like someone who has an idea of the century. “Why that face?”“The face of someone who's going to do it right?” I speak like a little girl and with a thin voice. I slump down into the chair, holding my head, exhausted but mostly angry with myself“Selena, what exactly are you going to do now?” my mother runs her hand over her head anxiously. She gets up from the bed and starts walking up and down several times in the room.“Hunter went out with a bleached blon
Hunted By The Player What brought you here
HunterSnow is falling heavily outside the Camp Nouveau stadium and the euphoria for my professional side is at a level that is difficult to explain. There are journalists surrounding me on all sides, urging to know when my contract will finally be consolidated.Alan said he is going home so he doesn’t make a fuss about going to my place.I look at the pretty blonde beside me who maybe my distant future, or even by next year, help me get settled. I get into the blue R8 and drive, but as slowly as possible. It didn't even snow last year but now this year, about to enter spring, snow devastates the entire city.“I will definitely miss this city a lot.”As much as Alison says things that interest me, my attention is not focused on her. It is focused on the snow that seems to consolidate to me, feeling the same as I do. I fucking need to get HER out of my head.I park the Audi next to the black Lamborghini and admit that I am relieved that Sophia has returned with her know-it-all boyfrien
Hunted By The Player Reaching places
“I found out I was being beaten up by my ex and it was killing me inside because in my head I had never told anyone. Then I saw pictures of you with a peroxide piranha and I felt jealous and everything consolidated when I found out that I have more than one hundred and twenty thousand dollars in my account.” I’m chatting too much and he’s giving me that annoying smile I like so much.“Jealousy?” He raises an eyebrow. I nod with my head. “Do you know that I'm the only world champion being cuckolded publicly?” Arrogance is at the fore in his speech.He leans forward and holds my chin lifting my face upward. He parted his lips and brought them closer to mine. He looked deeply into my eyes for a few seconds as though looking out for any signs of hesitation. I looked back into those blue eyes which radiated only pure love and honesty. I kissed him as though it was my first time, his lips responded equally as we tried to quench each other’s thirst. It’s hard to form a response after that.
Hunted By The Player See you soon
His chest rises and falls in rhythmic breathing, now a little calmer. I have to admit that the magazines never underestimated him, he really is the sex god and I am satisfied with the sweet pain in my private parts now.Despite lying with my head on the right side of his chest, I can still hear Hunter's heart. His hand over mine, his right hand encircling my back.“You have a tattoo.” I analyze it more. I put a hand over my mouth. “It's my eyes!”“A fact you already know. I did it just before we got back together last month.”“I hope that blonde has seen it,” I spit.“Don't worry, I didn't get that far,” he informs me. “So will Miss Garcia tell me what she really came to do at my house without a decent coat?”“I'll be the one to cover the parade in Paris. I knew I would see you there so I wanted to move things along.” I smile and he laughs a little louder.“By the way, how did you get in?” He turns so he can look at me better.“Through the back door,” I report and he laughs again.“I
Hunted By The Player Thrills of an event
I expected a luxury hotel for the concept that Vogue magazine represents but an ultra-luxury hotel is way too much for my little head, what with the granite glow of the hall dripping into my eyes. Fresh flowers whose names I don't know give the color to the place along with mirrors everywhere.My room is all cream colored with gold accents. I peer out the window and see the Eiffel Tower giving the air its grace. A feeling of Deja Vu rushes through me, overflowing with nostalgia.Like a crazy person, I head to the pillows on the bed and lift them, seeing that my intuition or perhaps subconsciousness was right: there are chocolates there. Or maybe...“Hi, my beautiful, I miss you,” Hunter says, attentive from the third ring.“I’ve already arrived. I'm fine.” I lie down on the bed, letting my feet still touch the floor. “We've already been to the four seasons, haven’t we?” I cut to the chase, remembering the letter.“Yes, when we went to Disney.” I smile just by the word Disney. “You rem
Hunted By The Player Complete Idiot
I wake up gasping and put my hand to my face. I can still feel the tingle of that bastard's hands on my cheek. I turn on the lamp and its light makes me squint and my hands fumble with the nightstand for my cellphone. The clock face reads three o'clock in the morning. Holy shit, there's a big event later and I'm up at three in the morning. This is great Selena.I put the device back where it is, fluff up the pillow, cover myself back snugly, and stare at the ceiling trying to figure out something to make me fall asleep. Until I realize that sleeping in a space alone is not my thing. Yes, I would like to have Hunter by my side, but besides him, I could have my mother in another room like at home. It is unbearable to be alone. I sleep out of my internal obligation; I sleep out of anger at myself for not being able to sleep.My clothes are already laid out for me when I get out of the shower. I look at the white cape that covers the dress with the Valentino logo in black. I pull the zipp
Hunted By The Player Here we go!
Running, I put on my dress, which I gave one more point for the versatility of the side zipper, making it easy to put on. I take the small shoulder bag studded with rhinestones and pearls and put on the espadrilles I had ordered from Ricardo, also studded with silver and pearl-colored Swarovski crystals. Comfort and beauty never hurt.I find Emanuel already with his state-of-the-art camera around his neck and Alice with her dress also embroidered with transparent sleeves.“I love your shoes!” she exclaims I don’t correct her by the term used, after all, they must not know what espadrilles are.The cars that come to pick us up are big BMW SUVs, all silver without exceptions. The journey to the parade’s site takes just ten minutes. In my opinion, it takes much longer, as a result of my anxiety.We decide to open the letters. Alice and I vote unanimously for Emanuel to go first.He reads it out loud. "A good photograph is taken with the heart, not always showing too much, but what is nec
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