Game of Seduction

Chapter 7

By Mg

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By the time Serena had reached home, it was 11:00 in the evening; she knew she would be in trouble. She paused for a moment at the front door, readying herself for her mother's anger and the punishment she knew would come before turning the knob with a sigh. Opening the door as slowly as she could, in hopes that perhaps her mother may have fallen asleep on the couch, she was a little unnerved when she was greeted by darkness and complete silence. Taking it as a gift from God, she quietly crept up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door behind her, exhaling loudly. Perhaps her mother had gone to bed, tired of waiting. In any case, she knew if she didn't hear it now, she would hear it over breakfast. At least she could get a good night's sleep first; exhausted she practically slumped over into her bed after changing into her nightwear. Tomorrow would be a long day; she was sure.

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The next morning she gathered the courage to face her mother and walked down the stairs slowly, a little apprehensively. She was surprised to see her seated at the table eating a plate of bacon and eggs, a glass of orange juice in front of her.

In all her years of living with this woman, she called 'mom', never had she been greeted with the site of her eating breakfast when she arrived downstairs. There was always an empty plate on the table for her. Usually, her mother would have her food hot and ready for her. However, there was nothing cooking on the stove, and the only food present was what her mother was eating.

"Mom?" she questioned uncertainly.

"Good morning dear," she smiled, but there was a certain 'something' missing in her eyes. Why hadn't she started giving her the third degree yet? She calmly went to the microwave to see if perhaps her food had been in there, but it was empty. She moved to the oven -- empty. "If you're looking for your breakfast, there isn't any. I got to thinking about what you said yesterday, and you were right. You're old enough to do your own thing now. So, from now on, you can make your own breakfast as well as other things."

Serena watched as her mother continued eating without missing a beat. She wished she would yell at her, ground her, punish her...anything but this deafening silence. "Look mom..." she sighed as she sat in the chair opposite. "I'm sorry about last night-"

"No, you were right, and I was being unreasonable...you need your own responsibilities," she smiled, but her smile too, was empty.

Serena sighed as she realized there would be no further discussion on this matter; it was a closed book. "Before I forget, my teacher, Da- Mr. Shields is helping me out with my studies, so he's going to be tutoring me every afternoon from now on..."

"Okay." The silence that followed drummed on. You could probably hear a pin drop.

"So...where's daddy?" she suddenly perked up in confusion.

"He left yesterday." Serena fidgeted with her fingers as she fought for more words to say.

"Um...when will he be coming back?" The stillness was almost unnerving.

"I don't know..." she wasn't ready for her mother to comment so softly, as if it hurt to speak. Without another word, she abruptly got up and left Serena sitting at the table alone. She wanted to think this was just a phase, that her mother would wake up tomorrow and be her normal self again, but for some reason, she knew things would never be the same.

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Darien arched his brow when he opened the door, to find Serena breezing by him without a word, his face showing his confusion. It was early in the morning and he had just stepped out of the shower.

"Um...is there something wrong?" He looked at the empty space where she had been standing moments before. Closing the door behind him, he turned to face her as she dropped her books on the coffee table, before meeting his eyes.

"Y-yeah...," she sniffed as she went to him, circling her arms around his waist. He then reciprocated, placing his arms around her shoulders . He began combing his fingers through her hair.

"Hey...," he comforted as she sobbed into his chest. "I'm right here...just let me go cha-" She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him. The towel around his waist dropped to the floor.

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The room was silent as he gently stroked her thigh that was draped over his body. He listened to the sound of her breathing, their bodies sweaty, and the room hot. This time, she didn't fall asleep. She let him gather her into his arms and didn't say a word as she lay comfortably on top of him.

"What's wrong?" he breathed.

She told him in a jumble of words about her mother, slipping in things about her father and the whole situation.

"You know what I think?" he asked quietly.

"What?" Her fingers lazily traced patterns on his chest. She could feel the vibrations at the base of his throat as he spoke.

"I think you should take this as a gift... I know it wasn't meant that way, but if your mother wants to teach you something by making you do a few things on your own, well now's your chance to prove yourself. Get up early in the morning, cook breakfast, cook dinner...do more things around the house that your mother usually does," he continued. "In the end, I think it will make your relationship better, you know...and you can even learn a little about being a housewife," he paused, waiting to see if she would respond; she lifted her head and looked at him with a weary glance.

"That sounds nice and all...but-" She looked away.

"But...," he prompted her to continue.

"Everything I cook turns into a charred mass...," she sighed as she slumped over him, resting her chin upon folded arms. He chuckled at the look of defeat she gave him.

"Well...you're in luck...I happen to be a great cook." The wide grin on his face made her forget she was upset; she giggled in response as she arched her brow at him.

"A man of many talents," she replied simply. He slapped her backside before flipping her over onto the bed.

"Come on...I'll give you your first lesson," she yawned and stretched lazily as she watched him pad naked to the bedroom door. "Come on."

"Um...aren't you forgetting something?" She propped herself up on the bed.

"Umm...no," he smiled wickedly back at her. "I don't think so."

He was teasing her again; seeing just how far she would go, how daring she could be. Serena sighed as she arose from the bed shyly and walked over to him. "You do realize you're naked, don't you?" His lips barely brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She didn't say another word, and simply nodded before quickly jogging towards the kitchen.

He shook his head. "Scandalous."

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Serena giggled as she continued to marinate the chicken with her hands, allowing the seasoning and sauce to penetrate the meat; he was standing closely behind her, his hands massaging her own.

"Why is it," he whispered, his lips hovering over her ear, "that everything we do seems to remind me of sex?"

"You know what I think?" she murmured.

"No babe, what do you think?" she blushed at the nickname.

"I think that when they were figuring out the parts concerning the anatomy of the man, that they got the heads mixed up," she smiled.

"Oh really?" she nodded. He was happy to see that she was slowly opening up, and slowly getting used to him.

"I think that all our lives, women have really been talking to penises, it's the size of how smart they are, and the head atop represents how much they think about sex and getting' some...it would make more sense anyway..."

"You are so cute!" he laughed and she blushed as he lifted his hands from hers before swatting her rear end playfully.

"Hey!" she shrieked as he winked at her before walking over to the sink to wash his hands. She walked towards him and followed his example, washing her hands and then washing off the smudge of salty sauce dripping down her backside.

"If that were something sweeter, whipped crème perhaps…," she felt like her whole body was turning red as he licked his lips, his eyes focused on her derriere, "or chocolate sauce…I'd take care of it myself," He smiled. "Look, as much as I enjoy seeing you walk around my humble abode naked, I think it's safer if we get dressed…my friends tend to show up unannounced when they think I'm up to something...and Drew has a key to my place."

"What are you up to?" she smiled.

"Nothing but bad things my dear...nothing but bad things," he smiled wickedly as he led the way back towards the bedroom.

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Fifteen minutes later, Serena was breathlessly rushing out of the bedroom to answer the door while Darien put on his clothes. They had been doing what he considered to be 'bad' and 'wicked' things when the doorbell rang for the first time. Option number one was to let it ring, so the person would think he wasn't home, however, to their annoying dismay it kept ringing, incessantly and more frequently; out of frustration, they decided to resume later. Actually, perhaps frustrated wasn't the best term to describe it. Maybe "she" was simply frustrated, but Darien… Darien had unleashed the longest string of curse words she had ever heard in her life. Considering the fact, he not only had to get dressed, but also "reign in his control," Serena laughingly agreed to hurriedly get dressed and answer it.

Serena took a quick glance at the living room before quickly spreading her books out on the coffee table, opening up a notebook and throwing a pencil down beside it. She gave the table a quick once-over and took a deep breath before she opened the door, a woman with long brown curly hair and green eyes passing rudely by her as if she was nothing. Okay…, Serena arched her brows as she stared at the intruder, letting loose another deep breath. She hoped she had been successful in making the living room look as if a study session had taken place there.

"What the fuck took you so long to open the door, where's Darien?"

Serena fidgeted nervously, Darien did tell her that his friends liked to show up randomly, was this woman one of his friends? Even so, Darien also made it clear that only Andrew knew something of what was going on between them.

"D-" She breathed. What took us so long? Need an excuse…just wing it and pull it outta your ass, she thought. "Mr. Shields…he's here but-"

"Never mind, I'll find him." Serena breathed a sigh of relief as the woman quickly glanced around the room before focusing her eyes back on her; at least she wouldn't have to come up with something. "You should probably leave, this is a private discussion."

Serena creased her brow in half confusion and half shock. It was suddenly obvious what the woman was here for, and it made Serena nervous and unsure. Would Darien dismiss her so that he could have sex with this other chick? Her mind raced for a response. "No offence, but Mr. Shields gave me strict instructions to let whomever was at the door inside and then to wait for him." Serena crossed her arms and attempted to stare at her with indifference. "Who are you anyway?"

"Honestly honey, you're real cute an all, but you're interfering in a grown-up A and B conversation," she began, her brow arching mockingly at her, "and I'm sure that neither Darien nor I have time to amuse a little high school girl... 'and', if you must know, I'm his 'girlfriend', Theresa...so if you don't mind..."

Serena almost bit her lip hard as she stared at the woman in shock. Theresa...was this the same woman whom had been Darien's first? Even if she wasn't, he was still a lying bastard. Her heart fell in her chest. He made her believe that she was the only one. Sure, he had made no promises to her, and yes, they had both agreed on some level that between them was nothing more than sex, but she had been hopeful.

She took a deep breath before silently walking by Theresa and towards the table where she had scattered her books. What the hell was taking Darien so long anyway? She put all of her things in a pile slowly, wondering all the while how it was possible that this man could always make her feel so low.

"I was just leaving anyway. Mr. Shields was tutoring me in my math course at school, please be sure to let him know that I left." She walked quickly to the door, her head held high. She was about to enter the foyer when she heard his voice.

"Theresa."

To her surprise, his words had come out as a low growl; in almost the same breath, he called out her name, formally, "Miss Kingston...where are you going?"

Okay, wait, wait Serena, something doesn't seem right, at least not by the sound of his voice. Maybe, just maybe, she was lying so that she could get rid of you. Give Darien a chance to refute her statement.

"I decided to head home, and give you some privacy." She turned bravely towards him. She glanced knowingly at Theresa. "Since your 'girlfriend' is here, I wouldn't want to intrude." He looked from her to Theresa and then back again.

"Your session is not over yet, and you have yet to complete your work... I am sure that whatever business Theresa has with me will only take a few minutes." He didn't deny it.

"It could take longer, Darien..." Theresa added with a subtle glance. "Maybe you should just call it a day and send her home.'"

Serena suddenly felt so gross, the same hands that touched her, the same mouth and tongue that had moved over her body, was doing the same thing to another woman.

"Look Mr. Shields, it's okay really," her voice quivered. "I think I understand the math problems well enough, I can come back some other day if I have anymore problems."

He was trying to get her to stay, that much was obvious, but she didn't want to hear whatever lie he would come up with next so he could call her back the next day just to have sex with her. "Miss Kingston." She clenched her fists; he was about to pull authority over her to get what he wanted. "We are not finished here, and as such, you will stay so that we can complete your work as per our agreement...do you understand me?"

"Really Darien, why don't you just send her home?" Theresa replied angrily.

"Do you understand?" he continued, his eyes piercing.

"Yes sir." She bowed her head; inwardly, she was fuming. Not only was he seeing someone else, but also he embarrassed her in front of this 'other woman' and treated her like she was nothing more than a child.

"Why don't I show you to the kitchen so that you can get yourself something while you wait, this will take only a few minutes." He walked quickly, yet calmly over to her, took her books from her hands and placed them back on the table before grabbing her firmly by the elbow and leading her away. "Excuse me, Theresa," he called over his shoulder as they disappeared into the kitchen down the hall and out of earshot.

"Get your fucking hand off me you lying bastard," she spat as soon as they were alone, shrugging him off and crossing her arms in defiance.

"Give me a chance to explain," he replied when she refused to look at him.

"Explain what…, that you lied to me, or that you're still fucking the so-called whore you claimed to be your first...I guess you couldn't get enough of 'get around Watson' now could you?" she looked at him with hard eyes.

"I'm not fucking her, okay?" he replied through clenched teeth. "Just give me a chance to get rid of her and I'll explain everything."

"What, so that you can lie to me again… I really don't need this shit."

"Just...Stay...Put," he shook her abruptly, giving her a stern look, before leaving the kitchen.

"Shit!" she wasn't even supposed to be there today. The only reason she came was because she needed someone to talk to. She paused in thought. Okay, maybe that's not true. If it was, then she could have gone and seen Molly. Why was she lying to herself, anyway? Okay yes, so she wanted to have sex with him; so she thought it would make her feel better. That's beside the point. Wait, what was the point? Oh, right, what would have happened if she hadn't shown up? Maybe Darien had already made plans with Theresa and with her showing up for an impromptu visit, he forgot, or maybe he thought he'd be through with her by now, so he could move onto his next 'client'. MAYBE, he had double booked himself.

"Shit" She kicked a cabinet door. She really didn't want to hear what he had to say. The last thing she wanted was to be forced to listen to whatever his cover-up would be for Theresa's sudden appearance. She paced back and forth down the length of the kitchen, her eyes gazing frustratingly at the entranceway, considering whether she should just walk away. Her hands clenched with every step, fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. Who was she kidding anyway? He was an older man and she was only seventeen. How long did she actually expect to keep his interest before he found something better? She didn't even know what to do. Before she met him she thought sex was just touch, touch, kiss, kiss, insert. Her limited education was probably due to the fact that the only books she had ever read on sex were really the pamphlets and such handed out in sex ed. She had always wanted to browse through the novels in the romance section of the library, but she always felt as if people were looking at her, judging her. She sighed. Everything she did with Darien was all him and she just lay back, learned, and enjoyed. Theresa was probably experienced. Theresa probably did more than touch, touch, kiss, kiss, insert. Theresa probably knew 'exactly' what to do. Serena rubbed glassy eyes, no tears, not one, not one. Darien wasn't committed to her; he could sleep with whomever he wanted. But as long as he was sleeping with someone else, he wouldn't be sleeping with her. She breathed. She told him that she didn't want a relationship, but she still wanted the things that came from a relationship. Like monogamy.

She sighed. The way he looked when he brought her into the kitchen, his eyes said he was angry; perhaps angry that the two women he had been screwing over now knew about each other, or one of them knew at least. She paced back and forth a while before glancing at the entranceway to the kitchen once more. One turn around the corner and she'd be in the foyer, right at the front door. Around the corner and towards the left was the living room; she could easily slip by and he would never even know she had left. Sure, he might be even angrier, but she didn't need to sit around here and wait for him to lie to her. She looked down the hallway, bit the side of her lip and then left his apartment without a thought.

Tomorrow would be a new day; tomorrow she would put on a brave face and show him that he didn't affect her. She wasn't crying over him.

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"Shit." Darien looked at the empty kitchen. It had taken him quite an effort to get Theresa out of his place with all her belongings she had supposedly "left" behind. That was her excuse for being there. But he knew better. She purposely stashed her things to give her a reason to come back. Annoyingly, she actually thought that their break-up was a joke and he needed a little space. He sighed. What an annoying bitch.

More importantly however, was the fact that now Serena was gone. He should have known she wouldn't stick around. He asked himself for the hundredth time why he was following around a teenager whom he could now see not only couldn't stand up to confrontation, but was also a 'react first ask questions never' kind of person.

He picked up the bowl of marinated chicken, covered it, and stuck it in the refrigerator before leaning on the counter. He needed to rethink the pros and cons of this momentary fling he was having with Serena.

Pro: Serena was hot.

Con: nothing came to mind.

Pro: Unlike most of the women he had casual flings with Serena was slightly comparable to him in wit and intelligence.

Con: Her maturity level needed some serious work.

Pro: Serena's youth would allow him to experiment sexually, for both reasons of naiveté and flexibility. Here, he wiggled his brows. It was an asswipe thing to say, but he reasoned that it wasn't like he was going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

Con: Serena's shyness about things of a sexual nature may lead to it taking a long time for him to approach the limits of her sexual prowess.

Pro: Serena was probably almost eighteen.

Con: Serena was seventeen.

Pro: Serena was impressionable and therefore, he could start afresh with her.

Con: Serena was impressionable, spoiled and jumped to conclusions.

He wiped his face with his hand. He didn't like the idea of running after young impressionable teenagers; it just wasn't his forte. Perhaps it was better if he just forgot about the whole thing; he got a nice clean break and a taste of heaven without having to worry about her becoming frantic as a result of a break-up. He mentally shrugged these thoughts away as he walked into the living room and noticed her books on his coffee table.

Pro: Serena's books were on the table and she would therefore have to come to him in order to get them; he wouldn't have to run after her.

Pro: Serena was impressionable and therefore he could start fresh with her.

Pro: Serena was probably almost eighteen.

Pro: Serena's youth would allow him to experiment sexually for both reasons of naiveté and flexibility.

Pro: Unlike most of the women he had casual flings with Serena was slightly comparable to him in wit and intelligence.

Pro: Serena was hot…and without really trying.

Exactly why was he arguing with himself again?