Ten

Winston's pov

“I think you should accept his condition,” Anne said, as she took a sip out of the juice in her hand.

I glared at her.

“I mean you guys are in season which means you won't have to see each other…and he might get bored soon” Anne blabbing. “It's a win win, you don't have to look for someone who doesn't recognize you when you want to f**k”

“Anne!” I said making a face at her, she shrugged. “I invited you here to advice me not this”

“That's what I am doing” Anne laughed,

I groaned.

“He is not going to expose me right?” I asked, I already told her about what I heard at Howard's dinner.

“I don't know but you should get your PRs ready,”

I ran my fingers through my hair.

“You should make your decision fast, I heard he gets bored easily” Anne said,

“Looks like you are more excited about me f**king my rival” I mumbled.

“On a serious note, I am nervous,” Anne said as she joined me on the couch. “I am just trying to make it sound better,” she placed her hand over mine.

“He is an ass,” she said and we both laughed. “I am scared he wouldn't hesitate to ruin you,”

I have worked hard for everything I am today.

Worked to play like an alpha, Move faster that them.

Worked hard to conceal my true secondary gender.

I can't lose it all now.

“I hate him” I hissed,

“That's strong, You have never used such a word” Anne said, she didn't sound surprised though. “You know it might not be bad after all…”

“What can't be bad?” I asked, clueless about what she was talking about.

“The…sex…”

“Anne!”

“What? I am just saying is that it can't be that bad”

“I don't even know if he wants to sleep with or humiliate me” I murmured, picking up my phone.

I tapped on his contact, 

      

                                                               Me

                                      Hi, I agree to your 

                                     conditions as long

                                      as you keep my 

                                       secret.

Anne leaned close to me, “Now hit send” she said,

I pressed send and placed my phone on the table, waiting for his reply. 

But his reply didn't come until three days after he left me to read.

It was break during a game day, Where we are all restrategizing against one of our toughest competitions.

“We still have a few minutes before the next period” Martin said, I made my way towards my cubicle picking up my phone.

I turned it on and checked inboxes and there was Orson Vexley’s reply.

                                        Unknown number 

                                      I am watching your

                                      game right, I must

                                      say you are doing 

                                      great.

                                    Call me when you're 

                                    done.

I scoffed.

 “Ass,” I muttered.

I did call him as soon as I reached my hotel room. It rang a couple of seconds before he answered it.

“Crowley” He said, when he answered.

“Vexley” I called,

He laughed, quiet and deep.

“Why are you laughing?” I asked,

“Nothing,” 

“Okay…so what are we doing?” I questioned,

“F**king” 

“Can you not talk like that?” 

“Like what?”

“You're blurt when it comes to talking like tha…t”

He chuckled.

“Now I understand, are you the shy type Crowley?”

“I am not shy”

“Alright, Pretty boy”

“Stop calling me that”

“You're pretty”

My eyes fell wide open and heat rushed to my cheeks.

Then I am lost in words.

“W.. where I mean…where do we meet?” 

I stuttered.

“Why don't you come to my city?” Orson asked,

“Are you insane we can't do that?! People will see us,” I yelled,

“We will be sneaky,” Orson said, his voice suggestive.

I didn't give a reply, I was silent for a moment.

“How long are we going to do this?” I asked quietly.

“You really can't stand me, can you?”

“No, It's not like that I don't…I am not sure what you want from me”

“It's obvious…I want your body” he sounds nonchalantly.

Why do I feel like he had other intentions after all he had messed up someone's life before.

It will be easier for him to do the same thing to me.

“Let's cut the long conversation short, I will send a private jet on Wednesday. You have no game for the next day, So get ready”

How did he know my schedule?

“How…”

He cuts me off.

“I need to go Crowley, See you on Wednesday

. Do not think about backing out now”

“Wait…how…”

My phone beeps as he ended the call, I glanced at my phone screen.

“What an asshole”