Hunted By The Player

ther. My mom says business is going well and that this summer they will finally

cessive shopping sprees at the mall,

online, I’ll use it to distract myself from thin

y Instagram. Same as usual, the usual people. Wow, some people are really living it up with their fancy vacations

an apartment, especially since I'm in Barcelona. I spread a towel under a tree and lay down. And just

me, how

st jumps into my mouth. How does he ha

e and reply casually. “Oh, hi Hun

u doing?” he asks in so

hing myself. What about you and your girlfrien

have a girlfrien

er. He then pauses before continuing, “Would you li

ually asking m

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Hun

t process

n, Selena, I think, mentally patting myself on my back. I pretty much am acting

them. So, if you want to like to go ahead and dine with me, you should know the truth,” he replies v

y, being equally cockish. Two can play this game for no

harp,” he says Looks like he is one of those p

something social?

just the two of

eart attack. Hmm dinner... alone. Even so, I don’t feel confident.

o much. As I choose my clothes, I realize I don’t have many choices to choose from. Tha

trim. I pair it with high heels. It is almost time for the appointme

the bedroom in a hurry to answer the door, but of course

atrina says, enjoying the anxie

ff by smiling back haughtily.

en as he gasps and says, “Wow, you look absolutely beautiful.” This time his voice i

isn’t all dressed up. I had always seen him in a tux at well-known, red-carpet ev

t. He has not dressed for gossip magazines and blogs today. He is dres

the elevato

im. I am inquisitive to see w

eplies, “You need to

at a restaurant, as he had mentioned dinner somewhere in his attempt when asking me out earlier today. On our way, he asks me about my parents, my age

ant it is in his life. It looks like he fought a lot for it. It got me thinking. First impressions might not be the final impressions. The medi