Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... “Are you threatening me?” I asked, my voice feather-soft. “I’m just saying,” Jack said, and the apologies and pleas were gone. He sounded cold. “I don’t want to use it but if you can’t help me… I mean, I could use it.” “You wouldn’t.” “Don’t make me.” I cut the call and stared out of the window. I was shivering. I hated him. Wimbledon had always been the pinnacle, the big thing I’d dreamed of. I felt sick. And it wasn’t just the tournament. Jack was so stupid. What if I lost and people found out the match was a fix? My career would be over. He’d spoken about it on the phone. God knows who he’d told of his plans. I had so much dependent on playing an honest game. My fans, the sponsors, my family, Mats as well. What did he expect me to do? Lose? And even if I did get away with it, he’d do it again, I knew he would. He was addicted. He was ruining everything I’d ever worked for. He’d already used up so much of my cash like it was perishable. All the cheques from all the tournaments had gone from my bank account to his to the casinos. I didn’t want to deal with him. I wanted to play tennis. That was all I wanted and he was jeopardising everything I’d dreamed of. Mats came into the room, startling me. “What were you doing? I’ve been knocking for like five minutes. I thought you were asleep.” I stared at him. “No. Sorry.” He frowned. “What’s going on with you? Snap out of it, Lauren. What’s in your head?” “Nothing.” He shut the door. “Seriously. You were fine earlier. Level with ...

... me. Get it out.” “It’s nothing,” I insisted. “Honestly. I just need some sleep.” He sighed. “Come on Lauren. Tell me. I am human. This is it, this is your dream. Whatever’s bothering you, tell me.” I glanced at him, then out of the window. I thought of all the things we’d been through, how he’d shaped me into the player I was. I thought of the attraction that I pushed to the back of my mind every time our eyes met. I thought of Paris. I wondered if he would understand. “It’s Jack.” Mats sighed. “What’s he done this time?” I shut my eyes. I knew telling him the truth would be suicidal but maybe it would make me feel better. A problem shared was a problem halved, right? “He asked me to lose. On purpose. He’s got a bunch of creditors tipped off and they’re betting on it.” There was silence. I could hear the tick of the clock, the traffic on the road outside. I glanced at Mats. His mouth was tight. I chose not to bring up the sex tape. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” On cue, he detonated. “Are you fucking stupid?” He was angrier than I’d ever seen him. I turned away, unable to meet his eyes. “Fucking hell, Lauren! You cannot let something like this mess with your mind.” “I-” “He’s a fucking waste of space. I told you not to let him get in your head. What kind of person says something like that? And how can you let him?” I shrugged. “He’s in trouble.” “I don’t give a shit,” Mats ranted. “I did not spend all this time for you to get your game fucked up by some deadbeat. Why’d you ...