The Revenge Games Duet

I laugh. “Because you weren’t thinking straight.”

“No, I wasn’t,” he answers seriously, keeping his expression straight. “Now what?”

“You go to England, I stay here.”

“Right.”

I feel exposed having this conversation in the nude. My top sits beside me so I pull it to me, placing it on my chest to feel less exposed. “We said no strings attached. Fun, without strings. You have your career and I have mine. Maybe when you’re in town again we can get together and have more stringless fun.”

“I’m still in town.”

“Yes, you are,” I agree.

He sits up on his knees and between my legs. Removing my top, he demands me naked in front of him. “I’m still in town for another twenty minutes. So, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve given me the green light to have more fun.”

His cock is rock hard, again.

I swallow the lump trapped in my throat and smile back at him. “What ya got for me, Carrington?” I tease.

“Turn around, baby,” he demands with a wicked grin. “You’ll see.”

Chapter Fourteen

“A man can always tell when

another lion is sleeping in his den.”

~ Emerson Chase

I haven’t heard from Logan in weeks. Through conversations with Mom, I know they have a round of important games and their focus is on training. Without raising too much suspicion, I ask a few questions hoping to get some insight as to what else is going on.

“So, how’re things with Ash and Alessandra?”

“Sandy, darling,” Mom corrects me in a posh British accent. “They’re okay, I guess. She’s been looking for wedding venues. There are a couple of places on the east coast, but I’m not sure the boys can come back to the States for a while.”

“Oh?” I hide my disappointment. “I thought there was a chance they may play for the US team?”

“I don’t know if that’s going to happen. Coach Bennett is reluctant to let them go, and they’re under a lot of pressure to win their season. Daddy flew over on Monday, so I guess we’ll wait and see.”

“Ash doesn’t seem to care much about the wedding,” I ramble on, pointing out the obvious. “He couldn’t care less about anything besides soccer.”

“That’s your brother for you,” she says plainly. “Wesley seems to be keen to walk down the aisle. I saw last night’s episode, I didn’t realize how sentimental he is.”

I’m quick to shut her down, but still hold back what happened. “Oh, yeah. That episode about his grandmother? Load of shit, Mom, he didn’t even know her.”

“But he appeared so genuine?” I can hear the shock in her voice. “Emmy, what’s going on? Between you and him?”

“We’re just busy, Mom. The wedding’s not on our minds.”

The guilt eats away at me, so I give her only that small piece of information. Last night’s episode featured our preliminary discussions about the wedding. Just a short conversation about Wesley’s family and his relationship with his grandmother. Cliff wanted Wesley to have more of an appeal to our female viewers and his idea worked, many reaching out to Wesley after it aired about their family struggles with Alzheimer’s. It painted Wesley in a different light—the sweet man with a heart of fucking gold.

The more successful the show’s become, the more it becomes scripted. I never signed up for a soap opera, honestly thinking our lives would be documented in a positive way to help others in our generation.

“Take your time, kid, there’s nothing wrong with staying engaged. I’m just glad to watch you get married, rather than hear about it over a cup of coffee.” Her voice becomes muffled, and in the background I hear my sister’s voice.

“Hey, Emmy.”

“Hey, Tay-Tay,” I cheer, happy to hear her voice.