All Chapters of Perfect Player: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ETHAN I parked in front of the restaurant on Madison Avenue. My mind was in turmoil. What was she doing? Why would she go back to him after everything he put her through? I couldn't understand, and I couldn't accept it, not after letting her go so she could have a chance to find someone who could give her everything she deserved. And that someone wasn't that damn jerk. He had his chance and didn't know how to seize it. It couldn't be that she had forgotten everything so easily. She couldn't be that naive. And if that were the case, I wouldn't allow her to make the same mistake. I stared at the restaurant's entrance, trying to decide what to do. I couldn't just yank her out of there. My intention was only to talk to her, to try to open her eyes. Suddenly, someone exited the restaurant, and I quickly identified the dark hair and shapely legs. It was her. Great. I got out of my car, and my eyes followed her as she crossed the street, so I hurried in her direction. When she reached h

ETHAN I must have dozed off for a few minutes in the early morning, and when I woke up, she was still asleep. I stretched in the chair, causing it to creak slightly. Then she stirred in bed, opening her eyes. My heart raced, and I got up, wondering if I should call someone. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light, and then furrowed her brow as if she was in pain. My chest filled with a mixture of concern and happiness. I approached the bed. "Are you okay?" I asked, a little nervous. She stared at me, with a weary expression, looking confused. "I...," she brought one hand to her head, furrowing her brow again, as if in pain. "I'll call someone." "No, I think they must have already pumped me full of enough drugs, but at least I'm alive," she laughed, still wearing a pained expression, and that enchanted me. God! She was simply amazing, so beautiful... and I loved her so much. "Ellie..." "What? By the way, why are you here?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Wh

ELLIE Boyfriend? The word made my insides stir. Suddenly, the stranger got up to leave, seeming to finally realize the inconvenience of his presence. Ethan remained in the same spot, leaning on the bar. Hell, he looked sexier than ever. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but what he had just done had awakened my entire body. Or maybe it was the self-confidence and arrogance in his tone and demeanor. It reminded me of how he was when we first met. I could barely stand him back then. While trying to understand how he managed to turn me on so easily, I realized we were still staring at each other. I cleared my throat, averting my gaze. "Boyfriend?" I questioned, staring at my hands on the bar. "What was that? Are you trying to mark your territory like an animal, like in the old days?" I asked, turning my head to look at his profile. "You seemed to need help," he shrugged. "And you thought it was a good idea to come here and play the prince, after not even saying hello when you arr

ELLIEWe had only been running for five minutes, but my lungs were already burning, and the muscles in my legs ached. The cold I had been feeling had almost entirely disappeared. Gasping for breath, I slowed down, feeling my heart pounding.Ethan was already a bit ahead when he noticed I had stopped running. He stopped and came back to me."Are you okay?" he asked, not looking the least bit tired and not even out of breath."What's with you? How can you not be tired?""I'd say I have a lot of built-up energy. To be more precise, two months' worth of energy," he said, unable to contain a mischievous smile.I rolled my eyes, laughing inwardly."Can't you men go a second without thinking about sex?""Alright, I'll pretend I didn't notice you staring at the front of my pants all morning."Oh my God. How did he...I pressed my lips together, trying to hide a smile."I wasn't doing that."I felt my cheeks warm up. I was grateful it was cold enough to conceal the real reason for their flush.

ELLIE Ethan stepped out of the car the moment I left the building. I walked towards him, the cold air hitting my ankles as my heels echoed on the ground. Unfortunately, stockings didn't go well with my dress. While he circled the car, my eyes roamed his body. He was dressed elegantly in a black coat and pants, a white shirt underneath, and a brown scarf around his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, giving a casual air to the ensemble. Even though it always seemed like he was naturally well-groomed and didn't need to put much effort into it, Ethan was a man of refined style, and his wardrobe extended far beyond the custom-tailored suits he wore for work. Stopping beside the car, he leaned against it, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and let his gaze roam over my body, his lips curving into a subtle, sensual smile. When I stood before him, he was biting his lower lip. "Wow," he sighed. "Come here." He extended his hands, covered in black leather gloves. With a