All Chapters of Hunted By The Player: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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

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

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

If the catwalk stage and the adjoining space had small noises of conversation, the backstage side is in chaos. Makeup artists are running with brushes in their hands, hairdressers sweeping pass with combs and curlers, photographers and assistants terrified of their stylists. I'm careful not to run over a short and thin woman sprinting by with some papers in hand. I prefer not to disturb her in her process. Inside it is boiling with tension. I was absolutely loving the energy though, it was bustling with creativity.I feel a hand on my shoulder, trying to ask for my attention that is focused and amazed by the commotion I see. I have to tilt my head up to get a better look at the most beautiful mouth in the world.Hunter hugs me, lifting me off the floor. I have to hold my dress down so it doesn't rise up.“You need to behave” I tell him, trying to make a serious face much to his amusement.“Too short,” he whispers in my ear. His voice makes me shiver once more. “You're beautiful,” he s

"And baby, all that I have is yoursI bet you will never feel cold or hungryI will always be there when you feel insecureTo me, you're beautiful, girl"Cause you're all I've got forever - Kris Brown ft JustinHunter's body is completely naked, his head leaning against his neck and I can smell his expensive perfume but I love the smell of his body without any scent but his natural one.We got back to the room as fast as we could and then attacked each other as quickly as possible. His mouth glued to mine and his skillful hands on my skin, my body reacted like it had never been touched before by the same hands, and that was a lie!The other day, I chanced upon a mirror when we were making love and I caught a glimpse of him when he was lost in the throes of passion. His hips moved poetically forwards and backward leading to perfection in every thrust hitting the right spot again and AGAIN!It was mind-blowing the way I had connected to him, as fast as a comet. And I have to admit that