Destroying the Game
Page 12
The longer I sit here, the angrier I get. Why the hell didn’t she just tell me she felt like this?
All that time wasted, being a player, both me and her, and we could have been together.
But could we? I mean, we test each other like nobody’s business.
“Dante Frazier?” A gruff voice calls. My head whips around and I practically run at the doctor standing in the doorway of the room.
“That’s me,” I croak, my voice failing me.
His eyes wander over to Callie and he clears his throat, shoving his hands in the pockets of the scrubs he’s wearing. “Jason is just out of surgery. He’s responding well and we’re hopeful that he’ll make a full recovery. The injuries he’s sustained could have been a lot worse, considering the impact of the accident. His leg is broken in several places and we’ve had to put a metal plate in to stabilize it. He’s also suffered some internal bleeding that we have under control right now. Apart from that, it’s mainly cuts and bruises. He’s lucky,” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “It could have been much, much worse.”
I nod, not being able to say anything else. He’s okay, he’s fine.
“What about Jas?” Callie calls after him as he spins around. He turns back to us and frowns at her and she continues. “My best friend, Jasmine, she was in the car with him.”
The doctor runs his hands down his face and huffs out a breath. “We’re waiting for her family to arrive.”
“Family?” Callie asks and I can see that she’s getting upset so I move towards her and go to touch her but then think better of it. “She doesn’t have any family.”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss my patient with you,” he answers and spins around, walking out of the room.
“What-”
“Callie.” My hand lands on her arm, stopping her from going after him. “We’ll wait and see who comes, then we’ll find out if she’s okay.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “She doesn’t have any family, she told me she doesn’t!” her voice gets louder and louder as she becomes more hysterical with each word she breathes. All I want to do is wrap my arms around her and comfort her, to tell her that everything is okay but I can’t do that. What if it isn’t okay?
“Are you sure? I mean, does she tell you everything?” I let her mull over that and then say, “Maybe she has a distant family member?”
Her eyes are wild as they connect with mine so I rub her arms gently, trying to soothe her. Her chest rises and falls slower, she’s calming down now and I can’t look away from those intense eyes.
My breath catches in my throat and the whole atmosphere changes in the waiting room. I see it, she sees it. We can’t deny it any longer. It’s screaming at us.
I take a step forward and bring my hands up to her face, my fingertips weaving through her hair; it’s now or never.
“Callie,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. Her eyes flutter shut and she gasps. I move closer, almost every part of our bodies are touching. I really want this to be the end of all these games but I just can’t move on without knowing the truth. “I know,” I whisper, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes.
“You know?” she asks, her eyes filling with confusion.
“About the baby,” I say and watch as her face turns as white as a ghost. She goes to pull away but I don’t let her, I hold her tighter. “Was it… was it mine?” I can barely get the words out but I need to… I need to know.
She looks away and I see her visibly swallow before she turns her eyes back to mine. “No.” She shakes her head and clears her throat. “It was when I was in high school.”
I nod my head. “Okay.” I nod again. “Okay.”
“Wait…” she growls. “How the hell did you find out?”
“I…” Now it’s my turn to be speechless. I wince as I see the anger burning in her eyes. I can see another fight about to break out and I’m tired of it… so tired.
“It doesn’t matter how, all that matters is that I know and it’s okay.”
“What-”
“It’s enough now, Callie, I’m not doing this anymore; I’m not playing these stupid games with you anymore. You want me?” I ask, waiting until she opens her eyes. “I’m here. I’m… Right… Here…”
“Dante-”
“Nope.” I shake my head and smirk, bringing my face down to her level and pressing my lips against hers in a soft kiss. “This… me and you? I don’t know if it will work but I’ll fucking try, Callie. I’ll try so fucking hard because you’re all I can think about; you have been since that first day.”
Her hands grip onto my biceps, her nails digging into the flesh. Her mouth opens and closes as she watches me, her eyes not moving from mine and I wait.
But this time, it’s worth waiting for.
The noise around us fades into the distance as we stand there in the middle of the waiting room in the hospital, staring into each other’s eyes. Is this really happening? I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long that I can hardly believe this is real. I want to pinch myself, make sure I’m awake and that this isn’t just some weird as shit dream, a cross between the best kind and a nightmare.
Our breathing is all I can hear and the smell of his subtle cologne drifts up my nose making my eyes want to flutter. I’m not sure Dante has ever spoken to a girl like this before. I don’t think he believed he ever had it in him. On one hand, I want to fist pump the air because I’m the one who won over the bad boy but on the other, I don’t want to break this moment in fear that I’ll suddenly wake and my heart will tear to shreds.
“You’re not dreaming, babe. I mean every word.” His breath fans over my face and a moan catches in my throat.
“Did I say that out loud?” A little mortified, my eyes widen and his dance with laughter. I don’t know whether to smack him for taking the piss or glow bright red in embarrassment.
“Yeah, you kinda did.” A chuckle erupts from him and that’s when my cheeks decide to start burning and I blink at him. I fight the laughter that sizzles inside me but in the end I end up snorting while trying to keep it in. After calming down, he says, “What do you say? Shall we see where this takes us?”
I chew my bottom lip, debating whether this is really a good idea. Fuck it, you only live once and the game we played has been obliterated, destroyed. “Okay. I would say let’s take it slow but I think it’s a little late for that.” I giggle nervously and a slow, wide smile spreads across his face.
His hands go to my waist and he pulls me flush to him; the wind being knocked out of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, locking my wrists at the back and I just stare into his eyes. They’re quite expressive up close and personal, something I never bothered to look at the two times we have been together in the past but his eyes really are something else.
We don’t say anything, no words are needed at this moment in time, just the steady beats of our hearts and our shared breath as we stare into each other’s eyes, conveying everything in the silence. I’ve fallen, hard, and I don’t think I’ll ever survive if he crushed my heart.
Two months Later
Perfection… That’s what my life is right now. I never thought I’d feel like this, people who come from what I have just never get the happy ending.
Sure… we all dream of it. Meeting the perfect girl, falling in love and living happily ever after. That shit was never on my radar though.
But now I’m actually living it and it’s surreal sometimes. When I’m lying with her in my arms, her face snuggled into my neck, her breath fanning across my skin I can’t help but feel like it’s all a dream but the second her eyes open and connect with mine, I know it isn’t.
This is what was missing, this is what I’ve been searching for and I didn’t even know it.
“Morning,” she whispers, lifting up and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, her eyes alight with so many emotions that it’s hard to pinpoint just one.
“Morning,” I say back, my voice gruff with sleep.
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nbsp; “How long?” she asks, sitting up, the sheet falling down to her waist revealing her naked back. Fuck… how can something like that be so sexy?
I adjust myself and frown. “How long what?”
“Have you been watching me?”
“What?” I choke, lifting into a sitting position and placing my hand at the base of her spine, the pads of my fingers running up to her neck. I watch as goose bumps rise on her skin and shuffle forward, planting a soft kiss in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
“Dante,” she moans. “I can’t… I have class.”
Groaning, I flop back and roll onto my side as she gets out of my bed and watch her bend down to get her discarded clothes.
We’re fire in the bedroom. Hot, smoking fire that will never extinguish but these last couple of months I’ve really gotten to know her. Not the Callie that she likes to show people but the real Callie; the soft and gentle one. I’ve also seen the passionate one, the angry one and the sad one. I savor each new side that she lets me see because I know that it’s not something that comes easy to her, to let me see her.
“You’re doing it again.” She giggles and spins around when she’s fully dressed. Taking two steps toward me, she leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. “Meet me after class?”
“Yeah,” I reply, snaking my arm out and pulling her on top of me. That one kiss isn’t enough, it’s never enough with her.
She groans as I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip and she opens up for me. Fuck… I’ll never get enough of this… of her.
One thing I hate doing in the mornings is leaving the soft warm bed where Dante is. He’s become my safe place; my everything. My heart soars in his presence, my nerves jitter with every soft caress he bestows upon me.
Like now; me, fully dressed and standing just to the side of the bed and him, under a single cotton sheet, not leaving much to the imagination and with tousled hair which makes him even sexier if that were even possible. Staring at me through sleepy eyes, but with a twinkle shining through them, the corner of his mouth tips up into a dreamy smile, showing the dimple I love so much.
God, what I would do to jump back into bed with him right now, play hooky from class just so I can have my wicked way with him… again.
“Babe, stop staring at me like that or you’ll never get to class,” Dante’s husky voice floats around me and my eyes flicker closed as I let the sound curl around me, wrapping me in a sweet embrace.
“I can’t help that you’re lying there looking all sex God and shit,” I reply, groaning as a pulse beats over my clit. I squeeze my legs together, subtly, but he notices and throws a knowing smile my way.
Torturing me further, he links his hands behind his head and the sheet falls to his waist, leaving his chiseled body and artful tattoos on display. I gulp down the extra saliva gathering in my mouth and lick my lips, hunger blooming in my stomach at the vision before me.
Will the sight of him ever get old? Doubtful. Dante is beautiful and I still have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not living in lala land.
After almost three years of dancing around each other and playing a dangerous game, I have him and he fully owns me. I’ve always had the deep-rooted feelings for Dante Frazier, much like all the girls in this school, but never did I imagine us here, now, two months later and blissfully happy.
The game may be destroyed but our story continues. I’ve fallen for a bad boy and if it wasn’t for our self-destructing games, we wouldn’t be together now, embarking on the future together as opposed to against each other.
Thanks to the game, we get a happily ever after.
THE END
Lucii is your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.
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New Adult and Contemporary romance author Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, storytelling and anything pink. Dreaming up characters and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for Abigail. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has set out on the crazy journey of being an author. When she’s not writing, she’s a mother to two daughters, who she encourages to use their imagination, as she believes that it’s a magical thing. Abigail loves to get lost in a good book and is rarely far away from her kindle.
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Destroying the Game
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The Distance Between Us
Copyright
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
THE END
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