I Paused My Game.to Be Here Novelas e Histórias

>Initiate Defense Protocol: Lullaby. The game was indeed not over. It was just beginning. And I was finally ready to play.

I turned my attention towards Blake with a smile. " Than you for being nice to me." I added and with that I walked back to my room. The game is on Zachary. Let's see how much you can break me.

I whispered while grinning. The game is starting...

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Just… how did… Ha… Leaving my computer I jumped on my bed. A loud creek was heard. Ah, I sometimes forgot how heavy I was. My eyes was in daze. What did I just saw? I did what I can but the app won't work. There is no use. Staring at the ceiling, I'm bored. I still can't believe that the game I like was turned down. Maybe it would solve and fix itself after a small nap. Right? “Tch”

You should quit now before your reputation goes down in flames! I stare into the abyss of an empty refrigerator that hasn’t seen the light of day in months. Damn it, I should have thought ahead. If I had skipped the game, I could have come home and prepared the apartment, but instead, I spent the afternoon putting up with James Adams and his condescending remarks while watching Ashton have a sh*tty game.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The post-game wrap-up was starting. Gunner unhooked his ankles and let a deep yawn get the better of him as he dragged his feet off the coffee table, knees parting obscenely as he slouched down in a sudden fit of boneless bacheloresque apathy. It wasn't that late, eleven. But he was still tired. He wanted to watch parts of the game again, scroll through to the important bits, but he'd do that in the morning. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I managed to slip out of bed and located my way to the wine cellar. I looked down at my cock, still standing, I patted it and let out a deep sigh. I downed several glasses of wine and still, the sleep did not return to my eyes. I walked to the sitting room and picked up my game pad to play some video games. I played for some time and then sleep finally came. The moment I stepped into the bedroom, the phone I had left lying in a corner buzzed again with a message. “I'd like us to talk at my house–Devil emoji–”

Call me crazy, I don't give a shit at this point. ✨ THE END ✨

My mind was somewhere else. I barely tasted the food. After eating, Maya packed her things. She touched my shoulder gently. “Rest properly,” she said. “I will come later.” “Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks.” When she left, the room felt too quiet again. I didn’t want silence. I didn’t want thoughts. So I picked up the game controller and turned on the console. I chose FIFA. Simple. Familiar. The screen lit up. Crowd noise filled the room. I selected my team without thinking. Match started.