CHAPTER THREE

My game, my way

*Murphy*

I knew quite well that she’d come because I was ready to do anything; just anything, to make sure that she appears before me. I waited at the Deli and made sure I got the entire place booked up so that there won’t be any other customer coming within the hours I’d spend with Julie.

Delicious Treat Deli was a Deli known for having many customers at a time, especially in the evening period but I had to make the place appear empty. I paid a huge amount to cover their losses. I also paid an artist to write Julie’s name and goodwill messages all over the walls. Even the wines we’d take for the evening were specially customized, with her name as the label of the strong Mexican wines.

The only thing that could stop me from fucking the sweet angel was death, but I wasn’t ready to die soon, so it was obvious that I’d fuck her even before I die. She was trying to avoid me, and that was why I decided to change the methods of my games from the ever-domineering and uncaring guy to the chivalrous and sweet guy. I had to show her not just wealth and domination but love. She seemed to be a tough one, so I had to spice up my methods with being romantic.

The waiters and waitresses had already dressed in customized clothes; with the inscription, ‘A date for Julie’ on them. I tried to play my cards well and get down to that stubborn pussy.

As I waited, I saw through the translucent Deli’s entrance door, a very voluptuous figure on high-heeled shoes walking majestically. I smiled knowing full well that it could be no other lady than the sweet angel I was waiting for.

Wow, she looked so sexy as if she’d already accepted my proposal. I was so happy and eager to meet her.

Immediately she entered, her sedate walks announced her arrival. She looked searchingly until her eyes caught mine. I welcomed her with a great smile but she rolled her eyes and murmured to herself just to tell me that she wasn’t ready for the game.

I wasn’t deterred by that. I was patient and willing to wait as long as I could, once I could win the game at the end.

She was stunned to see that the entire environment was beautified in her honor. This got her bewildered even though she pretended not to care about the whole stuff.

Getting to my position, I stood up for her and offered her a seat.

“You can have a seat, angel,” I said and smiled seductively, “I know you’d come,”

“Don’t be so sure,” she said uncaringly and sat down, cross her legs, and folded her arms.

I could see most of her lap revealing in that seductive gown.

My lust for her was enkindled. Lots of amorous thoughts occupied me as I imagined how sexy it could be for her to allow my eyes to pierce through that velvet skin-tight dress. In no time, I was already imagining how sexy her panties and bra would be.

“I wasn’t so sure but I knew you’d give it a try,” I said boastfully and smiled.

“How did you get your business card into my purse?” she interjected her questions sternly.

I knew she’d be surprised to see how the magic was performed but she didn’t know that I had an intelligent partner who could have done that for me.

“Well, I always have my way whenever I want it,” I vaunted.

She waved uninterestedly in the air signaling her apathy for whatever point I was trying to make.

“That never answered my question, Sir,” she said audaciously and comported herself.

I knew she was currently having some battle of thoughts within her. She was trying to outsmart me but I was always one step ahead; especially after playing the sex game with the wife of a state governor in the US.

“Sniffer!” I called and smiled.

She was eager to know who I was calling, making her look searchingly around to know if anyone was coming through the door.

As she was still being expectant of seeing a human, my sweet dog got out under the table.

Sniffer’s presence startled her at first but she later admired the cute dog that came straight to her, sat, and raised its legs, signifying a greeting.

“Wow, what a sweet dog,” she said and held Sniffer and ran her hands on its furs, “Sniffer, you’re a wonderful dog,”

“Sniffer did the job when I was discussing with you and your fiancé,” I said boastfully, “He follows orders,”

“Wow! That’s smart. I can’t believe that” she expressed with awe.

“DJ, please,” I said aloud and clapped twice.

The DJ started playing a cool song that graced the background with romanticism.

Sniffer started dancing to the tune as if it was trying to impress Julie.

The desired result was achieved when Julie started smiling with admiration. She was thrilled by the showiness of the dog. She was feeling bemused by such a talent.

After a while, I gave a sign to the dog and it left us alone.

“Sorry, I don’t want to stay longer,” she said with sober looks like that back-to-business kind of look. “I know your game and I’m not ready to play along,” she added straightforwardly.

I was a bit daunted by that statement but refused to accept that, so I smiled. The moment wasn’t the time for me to allow her pigheadedness to affect my games.

“There are assorted foods and drinks for you. Make your choice,” I said and dropped the menu before her. I pretended not to listen to the point she was trying to make.

She looked dazed as she kept humming the song being played by the DJ. She didn’t know what to say; not even to reject the offer for a sumptuous meal.

“Barbeque ribs, Hawaiian haystack, or Steak is okay,” she mumbled and remained calm looking intently at me and probably wondering the kind of man that was sitting next to her.

“You made a nice choice,” I said imagining how her torso would be when I’d be giving her a sweet body massage at sensitive places.

“Thanks,” she said and remained calm.

If my guess is right, she was probably trying to wrap her head around the kind of person sitting next to her.

“Well, let me not take much of your time,” I said and pulled my seat closer to hers. She tried to shift back but I held her seat, “we’re alone here. I already paid for this time. So, relax. No one who knows you will ever come here. I have paid for this time,”

It was written all over her that she didn’t want me to say much because she may find it hard to resist what next I had.

“I have dated my fiancé for fifteen years and I’ve dated no other man except him,” she voiced in a sonorous voice to stress the importance of what she was saying, “He was my first love, my current love, and will still be my future love. Now, you can see that you’re wasting your time trying to impress me. I am sorry that I can’t continue with this proposal stuff which is the reason why I decided to…”

“Let’s make it five million dollars for one week,” I interjected courteously. She shuddered as she thought over the amount I mentioned. “Can’t it buy your interest and time?”

She shook her head in dismay and snorted. She was probably trying to understand why I was increasing the amount just to have her attention in the bed.

“Who are you and what do you want with me?” she asked bewilderedly looking so surprised.

I was happy about that question but had to be diplomatic in answering. I’d noticed how shrewd and smart she was, so I inadvertently became savvy in my replies. It was my game, so I was ready to play on and on.

“I’m the guy who needs to get down to your panties and willing to do anything possible, or go any length just to achieve that,” I answered straightforwardly without mincing words, “I like you a lot and…”

“You’re rich and can have any girl you want,” she cut in politely, “Why are you on my trail?”

She folded her hands looking surprised as she waited for my answers. She was simply being smart but I had to be confrontational to be one step ahead. I knew I could make use of some flatteries since a girl easily falls for what she hears.

“I can just have any girl I want,” I said assuredly to her, “But not a lady that is outstanding in beauty; with an aura of attraction and seductiveness. That’s why I want to have you because I met the requirements in one person. You’re an angel that whistles in my ear every night to nudge me to sleep. The same angel wakes me up with a melodic voice. I’ve never stopped thinking about you since I met you. I am not good with apologizing; therefore, I can’t say I’m sorry for coming at a time when the engagement night was taking place. It wasn’t a mistake but a calculated move,”

“I can’t leave him for any reason,” she emphasized, “Can’t you get it?” she added but with shaky lips.

I knew I still had her attention even when she was pretending not to be trapped in my emotional games. “I never said you should leave him,” I mouthed with chuckles.

“Then stop making effort to make me leave him,” she maintained.

“I asked for three just nights,” I reminded her with a wink, “I never said you should get married to me. After all, I’ll be sponsoring your wedding to your dream man. All I ask for is just a few rounds of a marathon…”

“You’re not even getting a hug or romance from me,” she stressed emphatically, “so stop thinking of a marathon sex,”

She got up to leave to end the chitchat but I already had my games planned out.

“You just lost your job,” I called to her mind making her wonder how I knew about that, “Listen, I’m willing to engage you with doing nothing in the office and be paid handsomely for it. Name your remuneration and consider it done,”

I rained down words on her without offering her the chance to reject my proposal.

“Whoa…whoa, how did you know that I lost my job?” she asked looking flabbergasted and confused.

“I have my ways, dear,” I answered boastfully; “Your boss at the insurance company is my bosom friend. I asked him to fire you because I have a better offer for you. He didn’t ask questions and you know what it means,”

Julie shrugged with dismay with her mouth agape in surprise. “I can see you’re very stubborn, probably because you have connections, but I’ll show you that it’s not about money,” she said and started leaving but saw two of my bodyguards approaching with lots of briefcases.

When they got to her, I signaled them to open them. Immediately they did, Julie was stunned seeing the briefcase was filled to the brim; with lots of cash. Her lips were sealed with questions but probably preferred not voicing them, so she continued to leave.

“That is the amount I’m offering to have you for the three nights,” I murmured but to her hearing. On hearing that, she stopped immediately. “But I have something for you. It’s not part of the offer but to pay for your time with me this evening,”

It was then she realized that I wasn’t bluffing about the whole proposal stuff. It was obvious that she was still having some doubts until the money reached my table and I opened one of the briefcases.

She came back to the table and looked into the briefcase. She was wowed by what she saw.

Immediately, I dipped my hand in the breast pocket of my suit and brought out a diamond ring encased in a flamboyant box.

“What’s this for?” she asked looking taken aback by my bold gestures. “Are you proposing to me or what? That’d be insanely ridiculous,” she added but still curious.

“That’s your wedding ring,” I said in a meek tone, “one for you, and one for the groom. It’s worth two million dollars each,”

That was jaw-dropping for her, so she looked closely to be sure of what she was looking at. She was trying to figure out what was going on but didn’t know the length I was willing to go just for a night with her. When a man swims in the ocean of wealth, extravagance becomes an interesting word.

“This is too much,” she said with uncontrollable tears rolling down her cheek.

She tried to fight her feelings but she couldn’t. She attempted to suppress her emotions but her tears had already blotted out her strong will.

I took a white napkin and pulled her into my arms and started wiping her tears.

“All these and more will be yours. Just accept my sweet proposal,” I said daringly and pulled her much closer until I began to feel her breast resting on my chest.

“Why are you taking advantage of my situation and pushing me to fuck you?” she asked tearfully resting her head on my shoulder.

I was numb to her cry of mercy because my mind was already locked to my target of getting down into her panties for fun.

“I have an interest in you and I can’t even help myself to say NO, hence my preparedness to do anything possible to get down into your panties. You can think about it if you need more time,”

I bamboozled her into thinking that there was no way out of the situation. She could have declined my offer and gone her way but I was all over her and willing to go the extra mile. She had no option than to accept, if not, I was determined to keep pressing further until I shift her underwear.

“I’m entangled by your doggedness, pigheadedness, and resistance,” she finally confessed, “please, can I have my freedom?”

“Of course you can, but that’s when I break the imperviousness of your emotions to my proposal. You can also have your freedom only if I can fuck you and suck your pussy in a way that I like. I’ll enjoy it and you’ll like it too,”

I placed my hand on her thigh. Immediately I did that, the entire bright lights in the Deli went off, leaving just the DJ’s disco LED light on. Things were going according to my plans.

I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me and started kissing her without delay or hesitation.

She tried to pull back but my hands on her ass made her be pulled much closer while my lips locked on her lips. She was submissive, even though she didn’t kiss me back but I got her attention.

As she struggled, I resisted until she couldn’t struggle anymore.

“Can I go now,” she muttered with a coarse voice.

“Until you give me your tongue and I kiss it to my satisfaction,” I maundered.

She knew that I wasn’t going to give up, so she kissed me back. At that point, she began to moan softly which made me realize that I was winning in that game.

We kissed for about five minutes until my hands began to take a seductive journey on her lap and about to raise her skirt to have my way into her panties.

Julie quickly pulled herself away and started shedding tears. The lights came back on and I watched how she was overtaken by shame and passion.

“I need to go now,” she said forcefully with tears in her eye.

“Of course, you will,” I promised her, “but you’ll give me your answers before you go,” I insisted.

“I’ll give you my reply but I need some time to think about it,” she said and pleaded for my understanding and consideration.

“You have just two days,” I said daringly as I felt being in control at that particular time.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she submissively replied and turned to leave while her face was buried in shame.

“Tell your man that you met me in a shop,” I said suggestively, “Tell him I bought those rings for you guys,”

“Thanks for that,” she said and started leaving while I watched her, “what a fictitious story to tell a faithful groom-to-be,” she added ruefully and hissed.

“One more thing,” I said aloud and went closer to her while she drew back out of fear, “Remember I said that I have something for you, just for your time,”

“I’m not forgetting that but it’s not necessary sir,” she said resolutely.

I looked at one of my bodyguards and he threw a wrapper of money in hundred-dollar bills.

“This is ten thousand dollars for your peanuts,” I said and thrust the money in her palm. “Have it as a token of love and the seal of our deal,”

“This is rather much,” she said thankfully, “Please, don’t let my fiancé know about any of this drama. I’m not assuring you of an affirmative response to your proposal but I need to save my marriage first,”

“You have my unalloyed pledge,” I said assuredly and smiled.

She remained speechless as she watched me go back to my table to continue the meal.

When she left, I smiled in my usual way and said to myself: “Phase two is completed, phase three of the game ignited,”