The Wicked Games we play for love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Dear Diary,Today is the day.I look cute, don't I? I knew you would agree. Anyway, today I’m talking to him.I can’t wait…God, how I hate him!In the campus bathroom, Troy stands before the mirror.She corrects a few strands of out-of-place hair. She wipes at her eyes, making sure her mascara is perfectly intact.Then, she practices. The way she's been practicing for years.An innocent frown. Her signature Mona Lisa smile. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear with trembling fingers, looking down with a practiced, shy smirk.She looks back up. It’s all perfect. Fake, but perfect.Today, she looks better than usual, even though she hides her striking green eyes behind dark contact lenses. Out of the five good outfits her poor ass owns, she chose a pink hoodie and tight denim shorts. It is cute, simple, and reveals her caramel-toned, slender legs enough to ensure she is seen.Finally, she slides her dead mother's golden bangles onto her wrist.She is twenty now. There is no way h

“Everyone does.” Troy retreats a bit and takes his hand, tries to bend it outward, but to no avail. He holds on with an iron grip.“You're a first-year. You're not supposed to know… Who are you?”“Get your hands off me, dick.” Troy bites through the pain that is searing in her arm, then she looks down at where his crotch is, measuring the distance with her eyes. If she lifts her knee now, she might reach and hit him right in the nuts…As if he can see the plan unfolding in her eyes, he also looks down, narrowing his eyes. Then he releases her, holding his hand in the air as if surrendering. A smile flashes on his face, then it's gone.“It was you behind that tree yesterday. Why were you stalking me?”“Stalking? God, you have some issues, don't you? Paranoid much?”“Vigilant.”“Listen, I heard your name at the… the fight… people said he was your guy… they said your name.”Dorian keeps quiet at first, looking her up and down. “But why did you stalk me?”Troy takes only a split second to

Troy spends the afternoon after class again at Trish’s dorm, getting ready for the bonfire. This time, Trish insisted. Troy didn't even have to hint.“Trish, can I ask you a question?”Trish comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, her black hair hanging low down her spine. “Sure, what's up?”“So… have you noticed something different from the men around this campus?”Trish sits down carefully. “Different? Well, except for the fact that everyone around here looks like Rambo…no.”Troy laughs at that. “Yeah, exactly that. I don't know what to make of it.”Trish starts dressing in her jeans and shirt for the night. “And the fighting…”“Right…why are they always fighting? That’s not normal.”“High testosterone perhaps… not that that’s a bad thing… actually, the fight from before, the darker dude… he is on fire.” Trish prowls around the room while putting on some pink lipstick.“That’s the guy who bought us drinks last night.”“Wait, really. Oh my, I didn't recognize him.

Troy awakens with the sun lighting streaks over her face, softly, as if whispering to her to wake up. For a moment, she doesn't want to listen. She moves her bare legs between the sheets, and the silk flows over her skin like warm, liquid gold.Her eyes flutter open. The sheets feel different. The room looks unfamiliar. When she moves her head, a sharp pain stabs through the back of her skull.Troy grunts as she tries to touch it. There is no blood, but it is a swollen spot that really hurts when she presses down on it.Looking down at her body, she realizes she is covered with grey, luxurious silk sheets. She sits up swiftly, and then she sees her nakedness. Troy grabs the sheets over her chest and looks around. Where the hell is she, and why is she naked?As she is about to stand up from the bed, the door creaks open and Dorian steps in. Softly, without making a sound. His eyes immediately find hers, and the look in his eyes is intense. Focused. As if he just located prey. She gri