Page 14 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

Back inside my room, the image of her breasts flashed through my mind again, but I shook it off. I knew if I dwelt on the thought I would only be causing myself pain. I settled on the space close to the window as my workstation. I believed the beautiful green scenery would help me.

I was ready to dive back into work. The problem was, I had no idea what to do. I sat down in front of my laptop, tapping on the space bar. "Any moment now," I said, as I waited to be inspired and get to work.

Being in my room most of the day every day wasn’t going to ignite my brain. Nothing new had come to mind. I tried going out walking or running, but none of that kickstarted any game ideas in my head either.

You’re a mess, man. Maybe you are done with this business. Maybe you do need to buy someone else’s ideas and become a distributor.

NO! I can do this. I can.

I waited a few more minutes and repeated the same line, "Any moment now." I looked around as if inspiration was in the room with me and I was expecting it to do its magic on me.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours, and before I knew it, it was nighttime and I had not done a single thing. I had watched the sunset through the window. It was magical, but it still did not spur my creativity.

What am I lacking?

I couldn't help but wonder. I had never been in such a situation before. It was the first block I’d experienced since I began developing video games.

I had no idea when I dozed off on the chair. I dreamt of Lindsey. She was screaming at me for not asking for her permission before “doing construction,” but this time instead of listening to her, I pulled her close and kissed her. Groping her as much as I wanted, cupping her breast and ass, while she moaned sweetly in my ears, telling me not to stop.

I woke up when my head tilted backward. I was still on the chair with a dreamland hard-on. I frowned as I realized I had been dreaming.

I wish it were real.

I knew the dream was a representation of the thoughts I had buried deep. I couldn't deny that I wanted to hear her moan again, and do things to her.

The installation, testing, and so on of the property took a couple of days. All that while, I still struggled with coming up with a brand-new idea. Either Lindsey stayed away from me on purpose, or I was just unfortunate not to see her again after our tiff.

Funny that when I had been hiding from her after the sex, she would pop up everywhere, but as soon as I wanted to see her, she was nowhere to be found.

As soon as the internet was up—and to help myself get inspired—I began watching cartoons. It was my favorite thing to do from childhood, but after I became big in the app world, I had little time for the simple things I used to enjoy before.

Bryan noticed and was interested, so I let him come to my room whenever he was back from school and less busy. It was fun being in his company. I would sometimes look at him and remember when I also had no cares or worries in the world. We stopped watching cartoons and I got him hooked into some online math lessons and science lessons since it was clear that he was also interested in those subjects.

I liked the kid. I hoped the joys of being a kid would come rushing back to me and I'd get that nugget of an idea that I so hoped for.

Ah, to be that kid again …

Chapter 8

Lindsey

Ithoughthewasjoking when he made that call. I wanted to smack the phone out of his hand, but when he paused and asked me how many rooms there were in the Lodge, I could see the point he was making. I couldn't believe he had requested Wi-Fi for each room like he was asking for a light bulb.

But Mama didn’t raise no fool.

I agreed to his proposal. My anger returned when he slammed the door shut on me.

So arrogant!

I wanted to bite his head off.

And what would that make you? Down, girl.

The fact that he had agreed to my demands threw me off guard. Who did he think he was coming to my lodge and making changes that suited him? How he was able to pull such a stunt was also among the things I thought about.

What kind of business is he in, anyway?

My head was spinning, trying to figure out who Trev Adams was. I hated how he had controlled the situation. He lifted it right out of my control.

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