All Chapters of The Games We Play: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

5 Years Later It was 6 am. The alarm's buzzing echoed calmly through the small apartment, but it grew angrier in the bedroom. The inside was still dark; the only light source came from the beeping clock. On the bed, two bodies were under the blankets facing apart from one another. Being nearer to the alarm, Kitty got up first, met the person beside her, brushed his unruly hair from his forehead, and kissed the sleeping person beside her. "Good morning, daddy." "Mommy... Good morning" Ken said-barely awake. Kitty smiled. She got up to stretch, fluffed her pillow, and went into the bathroom to wash the sleep from her eyes. Afterward, she tied her hair, dragged her feet to the living room, and tapped on the hamster's cage. She wasn't pregnant, she wanted to be, but it still hasn't happened yet. They practiced first with a pet. But given that ken's apartment was small, it would be cramped to keep a dog in a small one-bedroom apartment, so they both agreed to have two hamsters they tr

Innocent as a Kitten "What do you mean by that," Kitty asked hesitantly. "Us girls need to stick together in this cruel world," Leah emphasized smiling; Kitty didn't buy it. Her shoulders stiffened, and she crossed her arms, clutching the tote sling on her right arm with her left hand; she felt the older woman's gaze on her. Leah smiled; she felt amused and glanced up and down at the younger woman's profile. She deduced that the young woman was tame. Yes, boringly tame. Leah discreetly judged Kitty's appearance; she wore a dirty white, loose-fitted round collar shirt with the sleeved folded and the hem tucked in a pair of mocha ankle pants. On her feet, she wore a dark blue knitted slip on's with what looked like the top of grey socks sticking out. Under her arm was a black tote bag with what looked like her belongings and the items she bought and stole from the grocery. "Let's say we know each other for a while. Hmmm, let's say we are friends-" "But we just met today." Kitty s

Things We Don't Share Amidst the hustle and bustle of city life, among the concrete jungle of establishments and IT companies lie West Enterprises. The towering building that is West Ent. is a dirty-white mass of concrete, glass, and steel. Even though the company is the smallest of its sister companies, it already has a reputable status in other parts of the country. Their office in the tower is divided into G-8 FL, 10-18 FL, and 20-29 FL. The Lobby to the 8th floor or G-8 is where people under HR, Admin, and Customer Relations have their stations. The 10-18th floor or 10-18 FL is for business intelligence, logistics, and supply chain management workers. Near the top, 20-29 FL is where the company inventory or archives and the finance office are. The 9th and 19th floors served as locker rooms, sitting areas, and vast meeting rooms. The 30th floor is off-limits to the regular salary employee. Only the CEO, Keanu West, Ms. Lee, and Mr. Lewis, his secretaries, had business saying on

Exposure Aftermath"If this feels right, why do I have to leave?" He hauled her a cab. A few seconds later, a yellow Toyota arrived in their direction; the driver clicked open the lock. Kitty looked back, smiling. Her smile met Kai's as he waved her goodbye. She turned around and locked the cab door, and the driver drove off to her apartment. Kitty leaned back on the cab's cream synthetic leather back seat as she hugged the tote on her lap. She looked out the window; the city lights were starting to come alive. Her gaze was locked out the window. The airconditioning was brushing on her forearm; the cab driver was silent as the radio played a random pop song in She had a lot on her mind with what happened today- today was a lot. She stole a red lipstick that wasn't her shade, and she might not open the packaging or used it. On her way home from work, she took a detour when a complete strange tried to blackmail her into being an accomplice. Being used for her turmoil, she let Leah si

Indecent Advances Leah locked the sliding door behind her. She proceeded to walk to the laundry room at the end of the hall and left the plastic laundry hamper on the counter. After that, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The underlying scent of marinated pork greeted her. Sitting there, spread out on the marbled kitchen counter, were aluminum trays of skewered pork and poultry liver and innards. The meat lay sprawled, ready for a bbq to celebrate a new book and magazine issue launch. Paul had her do it since he was hosting the barbeque. Leah put her back into preparing, so her attention was entirely on them when the kids got home. There was no maid in the house: no gardener or housekeeper, just a lonely housewife. There was just Leah. There was once, but Paul thought Leah better did the house choirs. "Honey, I know you can do it all. Besides, you'd be bored stupid in a house all by yourself, so make yourself handy. Won't you?" Leah could hear her husband say. She gritted her tee