4. Player #2
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she keeps her cool.
It's barely been two days since she arrived on campus and started sharing the same dorm , but as far as I'm concerned, it feels like it's been an eternity.
I've spent most of my time on the field with my team, which has allowed me to avoid crossing paths with Dixie and the other people on the floor for more than a day. Obviously, our truce has just ended.
"If you don't want to hear what I have to say," Dixie continues, pulling me from my thoughts, "then don't corner me."
She's right. I followed her without even thinking about what I was doing...
The realization hits me as violently as if I'd just been slammed by a blitzing backside linebacker who went unblocked on third and long .
Dixie walks around me and I hear her footsteps fading behind me. "You'll apologize, Dixie," I call out.
She gives a little wave of her hand that could mean anything, but I interpret it as ‘ keep talking, I don't care.’
I clench my fists, resisting the urge to follow her and continue this exchange. I pull myself together. This girl can think and say whatever she wants, I couldn't care less.
The moment my neighbors's silhouette disappears from my field of vision, my phone vibrates in my jeans pocket. I quickly read the message on the screen, it's from Yana, a woman I've known for two years.
YANA
I'm in town, want to have lunch together?
I look around. Here there are only students who are happy to attend sleep-inducing classes, and frankly, I have no desire to sit through another presentation from an apathetic professor, so I accept Yana's proposal.
An hour later, I'm downtown, arriving at the address she sent me right on time. It's a small seafood restaurant. In reality, I don't care where we go, all I'm interested in is the end result. And I already know how this date will end, me pounding Yana just the way she likes it.
"Hello, Player."
The familiar voice makes me turn my head. Yana's clear gaze meets mine. There are several years between us, but I've never felt this difference, at least not when we were fucking. Which we've done very often in the past.
"Hey," I finally say. A small smile stretches across her lips as she observes me for a moment. I refrain from asking if we're going to stand here much longer; Yana doesn't like me being disrespectful.
"I reserved a table," she finally announces.
We enter the small establishment where we're quickly seated. My attention remains focused on my companion. She's wearing a dress that accentuates her cleavage without being over the tip . I don't have to make any effort to imagine her naked.
"How are things going on campus?" she asks after we've ordered.
"What do you want to hear?" She frowns at my rather harsh remark, so I add, "I'm not cut out for that kind of bullshit, Yana, you know that. It's not my thing. "
A little spark flashes in her clear eyes, and I sense the lecture coming. I know Yana well enough to know when I've said something wrong, and apparently that's the case.
"When are you going to stop behaving like a spoiled child?" she retorts.
I lean back in my seat and coldly reply, "You're lecturing me? You? " I flash a disdainful smirk. "Coming from you, that's really funny."
She knows I'm referring to her three marriages. Yana is intelligent and has always known how to leverage her knockout physique for financial advantage. Yana's face loses all its color, but she keeps her composure. She mechanically rearranges the utensils around her plate. "You don't have to be..."
She stops herself, pressing her lips together, but I don't want her to stop there, so I push. "Be what, Yana? Finish your thought."
She stares at me for a moment, as if hesitating, but finally declares frankly, "An asshole."
"Yet that's exactly what I am, baby. And that's why you always come back,” I toss back.
“In fact, that's what gets you off when I fuck you.
I know it, you know it, we don't need to pretend.
You can invite me to dinner, but it won't change the ending.
We'll end up in your car and I'll make you come like you love. "
Yana sits up a little straighter in her seat, her cheeks burning.
"You've got it all wrong, Player."
I stare at her, a knowing smile on my lips. She can claim whatever she wants, it will end exactly as I said.
"I've met someone," she whispers.
"As if that changes anything," I say ironically.
She spent her last wedding night in my bed.
"This time it's different," Yana continues. She seeks my gaze before finishing, "I love him."
"That might be what you think, but we both know that once you've put the noose around his neck, you'll come running to me so I can fuck you like no one else can."
I'm not jealous, I've never had feelings for her or any other woman for that matter. My conquests are what they are, namely amusements, nothing more, nothing less.
Yana gently shakes her head. "I'm in love with him and... I'm pregnant with his child."
I couldn't have been more shocked if she had pulled a gun from her purse and popped me in the balls with it .
Sure, Yana is still young enough to have a baby , but she had always declared to anyone who would listen that she would never have kids, that she would never sacrifice her body to procreate.
I guess never was shorter for her than it was for me.
Her last words reach me as I leave the table. "It's over between us, Player. For good."