All Chapters of Hunted By The Player: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hunter“There is nothing to worry about.” Would I have had a chance with twenty-year-old Selena? My mind is already hammering away with the thought. “What else do you want to know?”“How we met.” The way she looks at me now seems like she can see into my soul. Chocolate brown eyes that don’t absorb memories.I start from the beginning. When I spilt my drink on her, the way she cursed me, when I took her home and when I went to return her cellphone, which led to my bullshit decision and biggest regret I felt: running away right after we had sex. It's more confusing for me to talk about it than for her to take it all in.“Our first time was not at the pool?” She ​​runs a hand through her hair, putting her bangs back.“The stupid thing I did is not to be considered a first time. You told me yourself that I was an idiot. So, you excused me, and we didn't talk about it anymore. Even though you said it was the best orgasm of your life.”She widens her bright brown eyes. “Right! Let's skip t

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

“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

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

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