More than a game episode 30

More than a game
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🎴🎴 By Kemmy B. Gabriel (BB) 🎴🎴
🀄 Book thirty 🀄
⚡ Hans’ standpoint ⚡
I sat on Arlene’s hospital bed, playing cards with her. She wasn’t that good at it and she hates losing so I intentionally lost to her a couple of times. Arlene was sad, she missed Iris and the only way to get her to stop crying was to play with her and lose. It was actually funny, it was like she was my way older best friend. She wasn’t that far gone in age as everyone would picture her to be, she was only in her late thirties, thirty seven to be precise. I also missed Iris, she wasn’t replying to any of my texts and I was already concluding that it was hopeless. I still had faith though, it was just six days since our fight. I would have to be more patient.
‘Have you heard from Iris?’
Here we go again.
‘When is she coming to see me?’
‘Very soon,’
‘But why haven’t she come to see me? Do I disgust her now?’ She asked poutingly.
‘You spoke to her yesterday,’
‘Three days ago,’ she corrected. ‘I want to see my daughter, make sure she is eating good food.’
‘Arlene, why aren’t you married?’
‘Did you dash me husband?’ I chuckled. ‘I have never been lucky with men so why bother? Iris is enough for me.’
‘You know,’ I glanced at her. ‘That psychologist likes you,’
‘Which one?’
‘The one you know,’ I looked at her with a teasing smirk. She hissed and rolled her eyes.
‘That sheep? Leave him please, he should keep wasting his time.’
‘Why don’t you want to appreciate his love?’
‘Why should I appreciate misread emotions? That is irrelevant.’ Being with Arlene made me realise where Iris gets her cynical view from.
‘But he likes you,’
‘He is fascinated by me, but he does not like me. Even if he does, that is their own problem because I don’t care. I can never date a man who looks like a shepherd.’
I laughed lightly. ‘You don’t want to get married, right?’
‘Irrelevant to my existent,’
‘Is that so?’
‘It is so.’ She shrugged.
‘I believe when you find love, you will change your mind.’
‘Wait a minute, don’t distract me from the main topic. When is Iris coming to see me?’
‘Right now,’ Iris chirped, bursting into the room. ‘Hello mom?!’
‘Iris!’ Arlene almost jumped out of the bed. Iris hugged her tight, like they hadn’t seen in years. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’
‘As have I dear mother,’ Iris said with a British accent. ‘How have you been? Have Hans been taking good care of you?’
‘Hans is my best friend, of course he has.’ They both looked at me. I instantly saw the sadness in her eyes, and not because of Arlene.
‘Thank you Hans, for everything.’
‘Forget him, give me the details of everything, I want to hear.’ Arlene said excitedly. Iris laughed and placed her legs on the bed. I couldn’t stay there and watch her ignore me.
‘Arlene, I have somewhere to be, see you tomorrow.’
‘Alright, bye Hans.’ Iris didn’t utter a word, I’m so doom for a heartbreak.
I sluggishly went out, hoping she would call me back but she didn’t call back. I sighed tiredly when I reached my car and leaned on it, what else to do. ‘Hans!’ I flinched and turned, Ivan (my cousin) was running to me. I smiled and waved back.
‘Ivan, longest time.’
‘Wuzz up?’ He popped. ‘How’s Phoenix? That idiot don’t call anymore.’
‘What are you doing in a hospital?’
‘Dude, my dad owns the place, what do you think?’ He asked with a smile. Phoenix and Ivan used to be the same, annoying and rude but they both changed. Ivan changed for the better by becoming more mature minded and quiet like his father while Phoenix, well, you have met him.
‘How’s your mom?’
‘You have been avoiding her,’ he said as a matter-of-factly, leaning on my car. I did the same too, resting my back on the door.
‘I avoid both her and Aunt Leila, they can annoy someone to the grave.’
‘Still bothering you about marriage?’ He asked chucklingly.
‘Don’t they remember I’m still a teenager? They are amusingly insufferable.’ I huffed.
‘Okay, what happened?’
‘What do you mean by what?’ I asked puzzledly.
‘Who upset you Hans?’
‘No one.’
‘Hmm, I’m not convince,’ he beamed. ‘Girl?’ I sighed in defeat. ‘Is it that betrothed of yours? You don’t like her?’
‘I love her.’
‘She don’t love you?’
‘Possibly, but that isn’t the problem. I sort of slept with her sister and told her about it…’
‘Yikes!’
‘I know, Lee told her actually but it’s good she knows. The only issue is that I foolishly gave her details…’
‘Are you nuts? Why would you do that?’
‘There is a reason I added foolishly to my statement, she asked me to tell her.’
‘And you did? Never tell a woman the details of how you cheated,’
‘Yeah, I know that now.’ I sighed.
‘So she dumped you?’ He asked with concern.
‘Soon will. I’ve been trying to plead with her but she won’t even pay me attention.’ I said sadly.
‘Is she someone that can leave you?’ I nodded positively. ‘Have you tried direct and not text message apology?’ He asked with a knowing tone. I smiled, he knew me too well. ‘Hans, you are generous, kind, hospitable and the good things but the one thing I have noticed about you is that you don’t put in effort in apologizing to your girlfriends, why?’
‘I honestly don’t know, it’s an habit. I find myself texting or buying them something instead of saying the words. Not that I don’t say it, I do. But when the girl is extremely pissed off, my mind keeps telling me that apologizing from a distant would make her forgive me. It had worked perfectly in the past but Iris is way too stubborn and hærd for such method. I get what you are trying to say now, I know what to do.’
‘It can also be that she is intentionally being hærd, or don’t you think?’ I nodded in agreement. I knew that already. ‘Are you going to come for Izzy’s birthday?’ Izzy was his younger sister, another form of her mother.
‘No offense Hans, but your sister is a devious cantankerous witch. She said not to attend her birthday party unless I’m coming as a glassyheaded banana man.’
‘Why?’ He laughed.
‘No reason, she just wants to ridicule me. Said I should do that as a birthday gift, rubbish.’ Ivan laughed, bending on his knees.
‘So I guess you aren’t coming?’
‘Absolutely not.’
‘She will cry herself to sleep, you know Izzy loves you more than anyone else. Do you want my mother to tweep you?’
‘No,’ I chuckled. ‘I will never miss my second baby’s birthday. I will have to find something better to give her.’
‘Like Iris, Izzy would love to meet her…’
‘And poison her!’ I exclaimed. ‘Have you forgotten what she did to Merissa when I took her to see Izzy? Izzy poisoned her food and Merissa ended up in the hospital for three days. I can’t let that happen.’
‘It was only a powder to make Merissa marry her toilet, nothing else.’ He said with a shrug.
‘Huh uh,’ I said sarcastically. I stood up from my car and opened the door. ‘Now I know who my enemy is.’
‘Izzy just hates them because she thinks they will steal your love and attention, she can never truly hurt them.’
‘Tell that to ex girlfriends,’ I slammed the door shut. I had better things to worry about. Ivan waved at me, running back to the hospital. He wanted to be a doctor too, just like the family custom.
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I tapped my foot on air with eyes closed, legs crossed and back rested as I thought of how to appease Iris. We were going back to school tomorrow and I didn’t want us to go back fighting. Hailey was sleeping over at Melody’s so they would plan on what to do about her distant relationsh¡p with Knight. They were only able to date back then because she was staying at Wales with her father’s older sister. Now he had moved to England and there was no one she could stay with. Melody could stay on her own but what about school? She badly wanted to school with us. Lee on the other hand didn’t bother coming home, she took a flight to my mother’s younger sister’s. Aunt Bernice lived in Washington. As for Phoenix, dad had him locked up for disobedience.
‘Hey everybody in the house,’ Dahlia’s voice boomed. Her recorded singing was our doorbell. ‘Can you hear me singing out loud?
It’s Dahlia calling out
There’s someone knocking at the door
Oh Hans are you sitting there?
Hailey do you hear me now?
Hadley are you still in here?
Someone go and answer the door.’ I stood up and walked to the door with clomping steps. I lazily opened the door, the guards not informing me of the person’s arrival meant the person had pre-approval.
I opened the door with a tired yawn. What I wasn’t expecting to see was Iris standing there with tears in her eyes. ‘Hans,’ she sobbed.
‘Iris…’ She quickly hugged me, wrapping her hands around my wa-ist and placing her head on my chest. ‘What happened? Is everything okay with Arlene?’
‘I still love her so much, I don’t like the way she is living,’ she cried.
‘Who?’
‘Violet,’ I pulled her in and shut the door. ‘I love Violet so much, I care about her. Hans, it wasn’t her fault, it isn’t our fault. Our parents are the reason we are like this, they separated us Hans, they ruined our lives.’ I lifted her up, wrapped her legs around me and walked towards my room.
‘What happened?’
‘Violet tried to kill me, just today and he tried to kill me.’ She sobbed.
‘I told you she would do something like that,’ she raised her head and raised her hands to my shoulders. ‘Did she hurt you?’
‘No, she didn’t hurt me because she can’t, I’m far h-rder to kill you know.’
‘Then what happened?’ I asked with concern. ‘Did you two talk?’ She nodded. ‘But she refused to change?’
‘She is going to try and befriend me to ruin me, frenemy. Violet thinks I’m stupid, I know better but I worry for her. When I saw her bled today, it made my heart clench. I also saw how lean she has gotten, I almost cried for her. Hans, how can I change her?’
‘You can’t change who don’t want to change Iris, but you can try to give her a reason to. The only way to change her is to either dump me for her to have me or none of you will, or hand over your properties to her.’
‘Never, I can never do that. I can’t let go of you when I love you so much, I love you very much Hans, I can’t let you go and neither can I let go of my wealth for someone who would misuse it.’
A grin spread on my face. ‘You love me?’
‘Shut up,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Focus on why I’m crying here,’ I opened my bedroom door and walked in, and shut it. ‘Since she wants to be my friend, why don’t I use it as an opportunity to soften her heart and show her why we should be sisters? I just need an idea on how to do it.’ She looked into my eyes with big expectant eyes. I lowered myself to the bed, adjusting her legs so she would straddle me.
‘And why are you looking at me like that?’
‘You are my well of good “win someone over” ideas, come up with something.’
‘Dammit! Why me?’ I whined. She glared dagger at me. ‘I can’t, you have to figure it out on your own.’ She pouted cutely.
‘Please? I know you can help me, please Hans my love? I promise I won’t break up with you if you do it, please?’
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. ‘You are making things hærd for me but okay, if that will make you happy then okay. However, you have to give me time to come up with something, okay?’
‘Yes! You are so amazing!’ She k-ssed my cheek. ‘I love you!’ She peppered k-sses on my face, holding my head to keep me in place. Her k-sses was ticklish, made me laugh.
‘Iris, it’s okay, please.’
‘Your hair is a mess, I’ll comb it…’ She wiggled off me and ran to my vanity to get my hair comb. She ran back to me, smiling from ear to ear. ‘When will you think of something?’
‘Tomorrow, just don’t pester me over it,’ she nodded and stood between my legs. ‘Does this mean you are no longer mad at me?’
‘I don’t think I can stay mad at you for too long, it would kill me… Hey, don’t let it get into your head, I can change my mind.’ She began combing my hair, tapping her foot to the rhythm. I kept my eyes on her face, she really looked happy just because of something I might not help her with?
‘Iris, open a social media account,’ she glanced at me. ‘On Instagram and every other possible.’
‘Is it a do or die?’ She sneered. I rolled my eyes down which unfortunately landed on her perky tits. Iris was wearing a light cherry red top that hugged her body, she took off the jacket I saw her wearing at the hospital. The dress did nothing in hiding the line of her br-asts and tits, torture begins.
‘Iris, where is your jacket?’
‘In the car,’ she said nonchalantly. ‘Is it really that necessary? Opening a social media account?’
‘Accounts, I don’t think it is bad in anyways. You are a teenager and you have friends and…’
‘Nothing to do than mess up on social media? Hans, I’m now someone people will be monitoring for slipups or anything that would make them criticize me. Once they know I am active, they would spend their time monitoring me and I don’t want that. I want the idea of me not being reachable to be a thing. I don’t mind just tagging along with your sisters. They can upload my pictures or whatever, but WhatsApp is enough. Beside, the moment I graduate, I won’t have time for it because my real training would begin. I won’t even go to college, I will be home schooled.’
‘Uhm, we’ll argue this later,’ I said absent mindedly. My hands were twitching to touch it, I so badly wanted to touch her br-ast. ‘Aren’t you done with my hair yet?’
‘It’s so soft,’ she cooed in adoration. I sank my teeth into my lip, my hand was already moving up. I took in a deep breath and pinched her left tit. Iris’ hand froze, her body stiffened. It was the signal for me to stop but she not reacting encouraged me to try it again.
I kept my eyes on her as squeezed it h-rder this time, she looked down at me with a frown. I grinned sheepishly but still lift my hand up to her other br-ast. Iris kept looking at me, not uttering a word. I cupped her soft b-obs and squeezed it gently. She inhaled and looked back to my hair, a sign to continue what I was doing.
💜 Iris’ standpoint 💜
All I was thinking about was Violet, I really wanted her to change one way or the other. The possibility of that was thin but I wanted to at least have it in mind that I tried to change her but she refused. I knew she would try to be my friend, Violet is predictable because I spent my wh0le life being her. Hans’ hair was just a distraction, it made me think of something else.
‘Aren’t you done with my hair yet?’ Hans asked impatiently, like he couldn’t wait to get away from me.
‘It’s so soft,’ I cooed in adoration. He didn’t want to be so close because he was probably thinking about Violet, that must be it. My hands froze when he suddenly nipped my left n-pple. It then made sense why he wanted to be as far away as possible, I forgot I took off my b-ra and jacket in the car because of the heat I was feeling while crying. I had been tempting the poor guy along.
He took a hold of it and squeezed h-rder, I had to look down to frown at him. He was grinning sheepishly, knowing exactly what he was doing. still lift my hand up to her other br-ast. My frown didn’t stop him as his other hand came up and did the same thing to my right b-ob. I kept looking at him, not uttering a word. It was my fault in the first place and I was starting to enjoy the tingles. Hans cupped my b-obs and squeezed it tenderly. Maybe it was what I needed to get my mind off Violet and him together. With that on my mind, I looked back at his hair, if he understood it, he would know what to do.
Hans understood and continued fondling my br-asts, nipping my tits with his sharp fingers. My body burnt up in a good way, I had to hold his shoulders and lean on him. My l-ips trembled, quavered from held back mo-ns. Hans pulled me close to kneel on the bed between his legs, in a way my chest was directly at his face. I exhaled when he stuffed his face into my br-asts, sinking his teeth in at the same time. The top I was wearing was just a minor disturbance. He ate into my n-pple through my chiffon top, spreading the fire around my body. I let out the mo-ns I was holding, throwing my head back in pleasure. Hans mo-ned my name as he ate it. He abruptly grabbed the hem of my top, pausing to ask me permission to take it off. I reached the hem myself and hitched it up, pulling it over my head. Hans gasped as his eyes fell on my bare chest. He stared at my twins with wide eyes, fascinated by my b-obs.
‘Iris if I don’t stop now, I will never stop,’ he said under his breath, in a low husky tone.
‘I’m not stopping you, am I?’ I yelped as he pulled me down to the bed, pushing my back on the soft mattress. He climbed over me, placing his hands at each side of my body with hungry eyes piercing into my soul.
‘One last chance Iris,’ the impatient and desperation in his tone betrayed him. His body was trembling violently as a result of how hærd he was fighting himself. There was no way I would refuse him now and he would remain normal.
Hey! That is the perfect punishment for him!
Don’t even think about it Iris, that will be on the top of the line bad. Don’t you want to show him that you are better than Iris?
That triggered my jealousy and zeal to erase Violet’s touch from his mind. Even if I wasn’t… I am not as good as Iris, as long as he loves me, I would be better to him by fire or by water. Nodding mentally to this conclusion, I held his cheeks and pulled his face down. The abrupt pull made him fall on me, I instantly imprisoned him with my legs and sealed his l-ips with mine. That was all he needed to get into action, his hands getting back to work on my b-obs. I mo-ned into his mouth, arching my back upward in request of more. Like I had been asking myself, our k-ss wasn’t gentle or slow, it was passionate and rough; very rough. His scent esc-rted his berry taste, his heartbeat applauding for the waves clashing in my head. His hands sent fire after fire to my body, electricities after electricities to my brain and sparks to my heart.
When his mouth finally traveled down to my br-ast and let his w-t tongue sweep over my tit, I scre-med out in pleasure. Hans s-cked and chewed me, his hands slowly unfastening the button of my denim jeans. I removed my hands from his shoulders and moved them to his chest, trailing the tips of my fingers on his chest. He successfully removed my button and slowly pulled it down, in a way I didn’t know how easily he took it off. He threw the jeans away and went for the band of my underwear. Hans left my chest and knelt on his calves. He touched his belt to remove it but I quickly reached up and held his hands.
‘Do you want me to stop?’ He asked with twitching hands. He wasn’t going to tease me further, he was f-cking turned on and in need of immediate s€×. Another day then. I smiled and knelt up too. ‘What?’ I pressed my l-ips on his neck, he let out a heavy sigh, pushing his head to the side.
I s-cked and nibbled on his neck, unbuckling his belt for him. Hans’ hand reached up to the scruff of my neck, grasping it tight to keep my mouth there. I traced my finger along the line to his p-nts and down to his hilt. Hans inspired in gratification. I rotated my index finger at the cap of his gherkin, gliding the pinky finger across it dripping tip. ‘Iris, you are killing me.’ I smiled as I remembered he also called my name when sleeping with Violet, double joy.
Shaking my head off his hold, I k-ssed down his chest to his n-pple and did to him what he did to me, the exact way he did it to me. Hans entire body quaked with pleasure, his chest rising and falling heavily, the sound of his heartbeat pumping more adrenaline into my bloodstream. I still don’t remember taking off his shirt but it was all good. And with an impatient growl, Hans pushed me back on the bed and bent my knees up. He slipped off his p-nts and briefs hastily, breathing like the p-nts was his enemy. I knew we were about to enter another stage of our relationsh¡p but it didn’t matter, I had confident that we would be together anyways.
💐 Jasmine’s standpoint 💐
I mopped off sweat from my head with my hanky in exhaustion, I had been working since dawn. I looked at the time, almost eight. I needed to get him and prepare dinner for my family. No one else in the house could cook except me, it had been my duty since my mother died when I was eight. My dream was to become a chef, it had always been my dream since I was two. My mother was a chef, owned a small but moving restaurant. I would always stay with her when I wasn’t in school, taking lessons from her. She even enrolled me in a cooking class when I turned five, paid for ten years in advance. She died in a fire, her restaurant burnt down along with her. Dad had to take care of us himself, good thing I still had my advance payment in cooking classes so it didn’t affect me there.
Things weren’t that bad, dad took good care of us very well, not until he fell in love and married my stepmother. Like a typical fairytale, I became Snow White but unlike that story, my happy ending wasn’t coming. Dad married her when I was eleven, it was hell for myself and my younger siblings. Then few months after I turned twelve, she took all of father’s money and eloped with her lover. Dad’s business was completely wrecked. We weren’t rich before but we were comfortable, we lost that comfortability. Dad became a drunkard out of frustration and barely came home. I took up responsibility and cared for the family. I however stopped schooling the previous year after father got involved in an accident that almost cost him his life. I spent my saved up college fees on him and to pay back some debts, I stopped school to work fully and focus on my cooking class which ended three months ago. I was fifteen so the ten years was over. I was able to get a job as a junior chef in a pub.
I didn’t like being a dropout but it was the only option, dad was crippled now. After sighing heavily, I dropped the tray in the kitchen sink and leaned on it. ‘Jasmine, take table fifteen’s order to it, now.’ I looked over my shoulder and glared at Sharon.
‘I’m not a waitress,’ she kept acting up because she was older and I cook better than her.
‘Don’t look at me, Chef Fisher asked you to. Every single waitress and waiter are busy.’ I nodded and walked to the tray to get it. I carried it and walked out of the kitchen, the order wasn’t much.
I walked to table fifteen and dropped the tray. ‘Thank you for choosing Claire’s Pub, this is your order. Would you like anything else?’ I asked as I dropped the tray of drinks. The people at the table was a man and a younger boy. Both wearing baseball cap and jerseys.
‘Thank you dear,’ my heart skipped at the sound of the man’s voice, it was so breathtaking. I looked at his face, it wasn’t clear but it was making my heart thump violently.
Oh my God! Oh my God!
I stared at him with mouth open. ‘Close your mouth and stop gaping at my dad,’ the boy snapped. My heartbeat increased, his was almost the same as the father’s. I averted my eyes to him, the mini version.
‘I’m sorry sir,’ I spluttered. They both smiled.
‘She’s cute,’
‘Very cute,’ the father agreed. I looked down at my tray sheepishly.
‘What’s your name honey?’ The man asked with a cute smile.
‘Jasmine Tyler,’
‘Do you work here?’
‘Don’t even think about it Phoenix, what did we say about flirting?’
‘No flirting or I go back to jail,’ Phoenix, what a lovely name.
‘Good, now go.’ The man commanded coldly. I took one last look at the boy with a sheepish smile and ran back to the kitchen. Again I met another cute guy who would never look at me.
Oh well, life goes on.
To be continued.
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💐 Authoress Kemmy B. Gabriel 💐