For The Love Of The Game
He can't concentrate.
Something keeps tugging at his heart. He keeps hearing all the little noises. He can't ignore the guilt. He feels like an asshole. And he keeps seeing Tank's solemn face. Those sharp brown eyes bore into his soul. They are your responsibility now. They are extremely vulnerable. They are fragile. And he knows too well that accidents happen everyday, very moment, when you least expect. Nope. Maybe he's just being paranoid. He needs to concentrate. It's been a while and he needs this. They both need this. It's such a perfect summer night, and he can hear the song of the waves. The woman beneath him is eager and beautiful. Her skin is smooth and her breast are firm. He loves the shape of her lips. He loves the passion in her eyes. He ends the lingering kiss. They are both more than ready and his body is on fire. He looks into her eyes and arches himself—
He hears the pathetic meow. Right outside of the locked bedroom door.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Brown!" She sits up and pushes him off. "Why can't you just get rid of the cats?"
Both his body and heart turn cold. He stares at her without a word and thus angers her more.
"Fine, suit yourself." She gets dressed and leave. And yes, she slammed the door.
He sits on the now empty bed. Kit struggles to jump onto the bed. Kat starts exploring the room. He knows she's not coming back. But that's OK. There are plenty of fishes in the ocean and he's pretty sure that a lot of them do not hate cats. He stands up and puts on his boxer. Kit sniffs the air and sneezes. Kat's playing with something under the king size bed. So this is why Tank and Lula broke up. He pours himself another glass of champagne and takes a sip as he looks out of the window. The scent of Chanel N°5 annoys him. His frustration dies down a little. Kit and Kat yawn and fall asleep on his pillow. His phone chirps.
"Bobby," Emily smiles into the phone, her voice warm and sounds like caramel. They haven't seen each other for awhile. He heard that she broke up her engagement with Mr. Tall Dark Rich and Asshole. "You adopted two kittens?"
His smile deepens.