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“I’m more of a man of action. Plus, you know what my mouth can do. But maybe you need a reminder?” He did win this one. And that’s the reason why I ignored him since then.
Me:What if I am unavailable?
Aaron:I know you’re playing hard to get, ma belle. I’ll be there at 7pm.
And here he is, Mr. Arrogant, in all his greatness. Aaron doesn’t ask, he goes for it at full speed. I almost regret texting him my address a few days prior. I’m making it too easy for him.
Me:You’re so full of yourself.
I chuckle at my answer, savoring our game, and how daring I am with him. But then, he left me onread. Something that never irritated me before—until now. I feel the urge to continue the discussion, but end up waiting impatiently for a text that doesn’t come. Irritation grows on me by the second, questions haunt my mind. I’m overthinking. Impatient. Needy. And I hate that.
I head back to my cozy bedroom and throw my phone on the beige blankets of my bed. After taking a shower, I changed into my red grenade pajama, ready to call it a night. But when I see my screen lighting up, my heart bounces like a teenager receiving a reply from her crush.I’m pathetic.
Aaron:So, you never thought of me since Monaco?
I smile coyly, holding my pillow against my chest. Of course, I did, but that he’ll never know. I check the time, it’s eleven p.m. which means it must be five a.m. Aaron’s time.
Me:I believe you should sleep.
Aaron:How could I sleep when I have you on my mind?
Me:How many drinks did you have?
Aaron:None. I’m not usually drinking during the racing season.
Aaron:See. Training.
And to my surprise, he attaches a picture with it. He is at the gym, already lifting weights. Shirtless. I need a moment to process the picture. He has the beauty and the strength of a Greek god working for his own Olympia. Water drops are dripping from his sculpted chest, his ripped muscles are contracting, his wolf tattoo howling on his chest. His body is an appeal to bend over his desire. His devilish smirk is his promise to claim what he’s here for. He doesn’t even hide it. The bastard knows his strengths, and he is using them to destabilize me.
He embodies all seven of the deadly sins.
Which makes me a sinner.
Aaron:Your turn.
I bite my lower lip, my heart pounding, fueled with the desire to let Wolf fantasize about me. I run toward my bathroom to readjust my hair and apply a slight touch of mascara and a bit of blush. I don’t realize yet, how this is a bad idea. Aaron probably receives on a daily basis hundreds of pictures of models. And then there is me. But for a moment, I don’t think about them. He asks, and I oblige. Weakly. Does that make it right? No. Does that make me significant? No. And yet, my gut seems to believe it’s such a great idea.
I hop into my bed and start taking a few selfies. Obviously, none of them seem right. I don’t want to send the wrong message. I’m not likethem. I throw my phone next to me, not feeling good enough, obsessed with a need to awaken his lust. Finally, I decide to take it back and select a decent selfie. I’m smiling coyly, my head tilted to the side, and I’m probably trying too hard to appear cute. It’s not provocative, not even near sexy, but it’s simple. Me. I’m not sure if my girly bedroom—in the grayish and salmon pink tones with fluffy pillows and quotes on my wall—sends the right message either. But with him, I don’t want to pretend. I close my eyes and… sent.
Me:Heading to bed.
Aaron:Damn. Beautiful. But if I was there, you wouldn’t stay fully clothed any longer.
I giggle, returning to the innocent teenage years when I read his reply. I’m heading to a dangerous and fatal game, and yet for the first time in years, I feel awake.
Me:You know that won’t happen. Goodnight, Aaron.
Aaron:Oh, Elle… You shouldn’t begin something you can’t finish.
Me:I believe I already did. You can’t win every time.
I know I will regret sending this message. I’m teasing the player himself, burning myself willingly to the point where I won’t be the master of my fate any longer. I’ve stuck myself into a circle. The more I refuse him, the more he hunts me and the more I’m feeling the need to succumb to his power over me. And the worst, I’ll do it all again. Every fucking time.
Aaron:I’ll make you pay for your teasing tomorrow. Goodnight, ma belle.
That was a promise.
And each promise of Wolf is a certitude.
