Todos os capítulos de Hunted By The Player: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

He talks to me about various subjects so he can keep me wrapped up in mystery. Our journey takes about twenty minutes until we stop in front of a place that is all colourful. Then I read the sign: “Disneyland Paris.”Oh my God! My mouth drops, tears flowing from my eyes like a water fountain.“So do you like my surprise?” he asks as he drives inside to find a parking spot.“You brought me to Paris to take me to Disneyland?” I ask, struggling to form words. I am in shock, quite unable to believe it.“Surprise, my love!” he shouts out loud joyfully, before smirking, still amused with my goofy expression. “You have a look like an innocent child. You look beautiful.”He parks the car and opens the door to take my hand. As he faces me, he runs his hand gently down my face.“We're going to Disneyland. How can I not go back to being a kid?” I squeal and take a breath to pull myself together. I kiss the back of his hand, releasing a joyful scream. “Thank you, thank you! I don't know what to d

My arrival in America is worse than I had imagined. It is 11 a.m. and photographers are already chasing me. As the plane landed about one hour ago, I have since found myself at McDonald’s in the airport to satiate my hunger. While eating, paparazzi appears from nowhere to start photographing me, which pisses me off a lot. I eat quickly and get out of there.When I pass the front of a bookstore, I see a picture of Hunter and me at Disney, hugging and smiling, on top of a gossip magazine cover that reads, “The hottest couple of the moment enjoy a mini-vacation in Disney Paris”. The hottest couple of the moment? I buy this and two other magazines that have us on their cover.I look at my boarding pass for the correct gate and go to the nearest bathroom to put on my hat and sunglasses. I am not enjoying this fame thing at all. I am almost finished concealing myself when three girls around the age of fourteen ask to take a picture with me. They seem giddy as they keep talking, and the only

It isn't easy to convince Steven Hudson, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, to let me go, since I didn't have time to write a weekly column. I need to focus on my career to be a complete professional. Though I appreciate when he mentions how he doesn’t want to let me go because he likes my work. He is honest with me, saying that if I write in the newspaper, he will be willing to pay the same amount of money because I am the one who signs the fashion page. I make it clear that at no point will he or the newspaper be piggybacking off my relationship with a famous footballer.He assures me again that it is my sheer hard work and determination that has led to this retention request and not my personal equations. I like his complete sincerity, so we agree: I will only write a monthly column so I can still have enough time to gain more experience and earn the same stipend.I’m getting into my car after my brief meeting with Steven Hudson, when my cellphone rings. The area code isn’t from

I understood what he meant. We'd have to satiate our bodies in another way. But I've never had phone sex! I was willing to have a go at it though. His voice was so inviting that I couldn't even breathe properly. “I need you to get in the shower because I’m going to make you come right her and now, so it’s completely your choice,” he said. I begged him to wait and unpeeled my clothes as fast as humanly possible. Until then, I hadn't entered the bathroom yet. When I saw the bathtub, the first thing I imagined was the two of us in there together, loving each other. I heard water splash on the other end of the line. “I see someone was waiting for a call, right,” I said, seductively. I loved teasing him that way. “You have no idea, my beautiful,” he replied. His voice was already driving me crazy. I wrapped a small towel around my cellphone because I didn't want it to stop working. An iPhone doesn't just grow on trees. He told me what to do the entire time. I didn't understand how, bu

“The Ukrainian model? Yeah, she's beautiful.” I try to sound as casual as I can. My head swims into all sorts of different permutations and combinations.“Selena, look, it won't be a big deal. It’s just a formal evening and you know I love you, don’t you?” he asks. I can make out how he is trying to calm me down and slow my breathing, but I just can’t stop my palpitations.“Hunter, stop it. As long as you're home before midnight,” I reply calmly. I hear him laugh as the tension seems to disappear.“I will be home even before you know I went out, my beautiful,” he says. I am about to start talking about my university classes when Sophia takes the phone from my hand.“Hi, bro. All’s fine with me, thank you for asking,” she taunts while rolling her eyes in jest. “Please don't bother Selena with boring things. We have to go because we're going bowling. Say you love her.”She puts the cellphone to my ear and I hear the sweet words. I say the same. Sophia puts the phone back to her ear. “I