All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“What were your words again?” I droned.“Oh, yes. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way; I just needed to test something out. We’re not good for each other. We don’t go well together. I can’t forgive you. I can’t forget the past. Take this as my last goodbye. Tonight was fun, but I can’t do this. I really can’t. Forget me. Forget everything. Please, Leon, if you ever cared, ever once felt anything for me, let’s leave it at this.’”My eyes bored into his.He gaped at me, his eyes wide. That made sense; I had just recited his note verbatim.I tilted my head to the side.“And then you leave the country. Again. How do you imagine I’m supposed to feel about that, Jade?”He croaked.I dropped my arms and took a step forward. “And why did you kiss me, huh?” I murmured, my voice coming out more cracked than I intended. I blinked. So did he.His fingers went to his lips, and his gaze fell to mine. I swallowed. I took another step.“Why

He nodded.“Please,” he gestured at the bag.I was already taking off my jacket.I turned back to the cage and selected full gloves. There were also hand and finger wraps, mouth guards, and ointments, a very professional setup.My shirt was off and my right hand wrapped by the time the man returned.He placed the towel on a bench beside the wall, opposite the bag he had placed for me.I started on my left hand, and he was kneeling before me, taking my hand calmly. I stared at him.His head remained bowed as he completed the task in seconds. I flexed my fingers and stood.He helped me put on the gloves I had selected.My trousers and shoes were still on.He glanced up at me.I held his gaze and slid my shoes off using my feet.I came down an inch, but still remained four inches higher than him.He stepped back, bowed, and left.I hit the bag. Slowly at first, then harder and faster.

I was still bawling, still trembling, and the man was just staring at me. His light blue eyes latched onto mine as surely as my fingers drilled into his skin.His face was… confusing. He was crying, but he wasn’t wet. He had not been underwater, like me, yet he was crying.And he wasn’t screaming, like I was.Silently, he was weeping, tears rolling down his face as he faced me.Gradually, I stopped screaming, but my body kept shaking. I eyed him, my parents' voices getting closer, my panic receding.I knew the man, but not really. I had seen him before.He was my brother. That’s what my father said. But he rarely came by. Rarely visited.I whimpered and suddenly started coughing.He hit my back until I stopped hacking.It started to drizzle. I glanced up at the sky, my lips and chin covered in liquid vomit.When I glanced back down, he was gone. I turned, on my knees. My mother was at my side, holding me to her ch

My brother’s single greeting over the phone, yesterday morning, the way he had said Jayden’s name, rang in my ears.‘Jade.’Jayden’s face in that moment.“Hey!”I jolted.Dexter was facing me. I glanced around. Jayden was gone.I stared at Dexter. “Hey,” I replied shakily.“Hey. Have a seat, okay?”I let him guide me down.Suddenly, I was trembling. Dexter gasped lightly and hurried over to the mini bar. He came back with a bottle of cold water. I finished the whole 500ml and asked for another.That one I sipped as I sat back and Dexter sat forward, beside me on the sofa, watching my face.I inhaled and closed my eyes.“Am I dreaming?” I mumbled.“What?”“Am I hallucinating?”“What are you talking about, Adrian?”I opened my eyes, Dexter froze. “Is my brother chasing after Jayden Malroy?”Dexter’s lips parted. His eyes widened. He stood, slowly. My eyes fol

“I’m heading out. Take care of any calls. You know how to reach me.”“Yes, Sir.”“I won’t be back till morning. Stay indoors. Keep busy.”“Yes, Sir. What about Mr. Sinclair and Mr. Triani?”My man was nodding, his eyes on the camera. “They’re gone. Or will be in a few minutes.”“Oh,” the other person, who I was now certain was his secretary, replied. His eyes moved up, probably to the kid’s face.“You can go back, too. I’ve got this.”There was a pause.My man smiled. I knew that smile. It was a real one.“Don’t rush. Think on it,” he remarked casually.He sat back, his eyes moved to the camera again, and he stared. I knew he was looking at me.==========I didn’t leave the den.When he got in, not thirty minutes later, I heard him. He was on the phone, talking fast. I wasn’t some expert but between the main entrance and the door to the room I was in, he had spoken two dissimilar, distinct lan