All Chapters of The Wicked Games we play for love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Troy looks down at his hand.He is right. Why did she want to run away now?Because she suddenly felt things she wasn't prepared to feel after seeing him for the first time?Girl up, Troy. Remember who you are, why you're here.You hate him. You do. All of that other stuff you've just felt is a product of hate!After hesitating a second more, she puts her hand in his.She is Troy Summers.She has never been a normal girl, never wanted normal things.Her obsessions run deep. Bone deep. And things would need to get a fuckload madder before she chickens out.He finally pulls her inside and closes the door behind them. The sound seems far too loud."What's your name?" he asks calmly. But something feels off.His smile is there. His relaxed posture is there. But his eyes remain fixed on her face as if he's waiting for something.For recognition or an answer.She shakes her head slowly, intentionally. She had planned to tell him a fake name, but she isn't going to make it easy.A faint frown

Chapter 4 Troy ​ Dear Diary, I’m here—at the university. Finally registered for all my classes. Blah, blah, blah. About last night, though. Things went a little haywire. He took my panties. And I don't know why. Why would a man take panties instead of having sex? Anyway, I’ll think about that later. Right now, I have to lure him in with muffins. ​ XOXO In the campus bathroom, Troy stands in front of the mirror. She briefly saw him on campus this morning. He looked different. He wore a casual grey T-shirt and blue jeans, with a black backpack as if the elegant man from last night didn't exist. Thinking about what happened last night, she corrects a few strands of out-of-place hair. She wipes at her eyes, making sure her mascara is perfectly intact. She taps nervously with her finger on the counter. Then she takes a deep breath and practices. The way she's been practicing for years. Her fake innocent frown. Her fake Mona Lisa smile. She even tucks a strand of hair beh

Chapter 6 The bonfire is huge, but the vibe is chilled, with booze, music, and people standing around, or trying to. It’s held on some old farm next to the woods where, apparently, people can't do too much damage to the property. She has spent the afternoon at Trish’s getting to know the girl. And honestly, she was such a delight. She’s just easy to talk to. Easy to laugh, easy to bitch and moan about life in general. She was already getting the idea that they would become best friends. Getting to the bonfire, though, she tries to mingle with other people too. Listening to see if anyone talks about the two fighting this morning without asking directly, but nothing of interest comes through. After a while, she doesn't feel like mingling anymore. Instead, another feeling is working inside her. A feeling of anxiousness and unease. But it's almost more physical than emotional. As if something is crawling beneath her skin. Looking up at the now full moon, she can't help but wonder if a

Troy wakes up as sunlight falls gently across her face, almost like it's urging her to wake. For a moment, she wants to ignore it. She shifts her bare legs under the sheets, feeling the silk slide over her skin, warm and smooth. The sheets feel too unfamiliar. Her eyes open and she glances around the room. When she moves her head, a sharp pain hits the back of her skull. Troy grunts and touches the spot. There's no blood, but it's swollen. The room looks unfamiliar. Where the hell is she?She blinks down at the grey silk sheets wrapped around her body.Then realization hits.Naked.She sits up so fast her head spins, yanking the sheets up over her chest.Before she can climb out of bed, the door creaks open, and Dorian slips inside with the same quiet grace he seems to do everything with. He meets her gaze right away, his expression intense and focused. She clutches the sheets tighter, but Immediate relief settles over her. He is fine. He isn't dead or mauled to pieces as she

Dorian waits for her downstairs. Standing there, easy-postured, with his hands in his pockets, he almost looks as if he has eternity on his side. His hair is pulled back into a braid. No loose strands hanging around him now. He wears riding pants and a shirt, both fitting his tall, lean, muscled body perfectly. Walking down the stairs, Troy has to brace herself at the sight of him. And suddenly she understands. She isn't sure what he is, but he isn't normal. He wasn't back then, and he isn't right now. Her obsession. Her hate. Her love. It was never possible to forget him even as a child, because he was never normal. On top of that, she was not prepared for what he had become. She spent years obsessed with the image of a boy in her head. And then she came to find... this. She lowers her eyes for the rest of the steps, her head spinning with thoughts. The thought about what she almost did in that shower just now is also very much eating at her. And when she meets his gaze at t