Hunted By The Player

g to take your hand and lead you to my car. Can I?” he asks

tomatically. He swiftly catches it and guides me to t

. Of course, the shiny black Lamborghini is his

? I feel my breath heavy

engine makes a thunderous roar. I like it, powerful and s

” he asks me, trying

ke a car like this?” I say, laughing, calming do

ow, how beautiful he

eed you to lower your head,” he says

nnocently, puzzled

to be quite invasive and you wouldn’t actua

ing out for me!” I reply

paparazzi outside the pub’s gate. I don't know if I like it or not. On the one hand, I’m not going t

he leather seat. “Sorry, but I expected you wouldn't want

like this situation. “I live in the city centre, near a cafe calle

ou prefer to go somewhere else? I think

don’t like the direction of this conversation. I look out t

. “Back in the pub, it seemed like y

car with strangers,” I admit, as

?” he asks, changin

ther to speak or not. But what could he do

a,” I

comes alive at night…the beaches, best of the best parties...all the metropolit

ut softly enough I pray he didn’t hear me. I frown. Of course, he wou

s, trying once again to fl

g sarcastically, and he, to my surprise, laughs too. “Is your te

n makes hi

categories there.” He smiles,

ght there was hope for

, he makes a face. Seriously, eve

ort the international. That's why I never liked you. B

” He asks as though

ow, can I? Too bad I don’t dare tell him that. My n

r,” I reply, hoping I am not too rude. Good,

ss. Until he bre

ly. Oddly enough, his questions are ma

going to spend a month

ng?” He alternates his gaz

m. That's why I'm taking an extracurricular course at the Universit

e anything; you know…

es me of

f fame. Sorry, but my house is no

somewhere e

ts out. I'm not some bitch who gets laid and then leave

my building five minutes later. I open the door and quickly e

number?” he asks me w

ase, tonight never happened. Thanks for

hard. I go straight to the apar

need