Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... have to fuck everything up?” “I’m not!” I fought for something to say to calm him. There was nothing. “I just – I shouldn’t have told you.” “Do you care about him? Can you imagine if someone heard what he was asking? It’s such a fucking risk to have someone like that close to you. This could be all over the papers by fucking tomorrow.” I shook my head. “It won’t.” “How’d you know?” He grasped my elbow, turning me to face him and his eyes read mine. “He’s done it before?” I couldn’t lie. “It wasn’t a big deal. It was when we were in Belgium.” Mats had gone pale. “When you lost? The final? Are you trying to tell me you did that for him? You actually lost for him?” I swallowed hard. “He was desperate. He was in deep with some casino guys, I had to!” “I could kill you.” Mats’ voice was deadly soft. “You don’t get it! Back then, I thought he would change.” “I can’t believe you’re so stupid,” Mats snapped. “I can’t believe I bothered with you. You were nothing. And you get somewhere and you fuck it up like this? He’s not worth it, Lauren! He’s not worth anything! He needs to be taught a lesson. You’re encouraging him.” “He swore he would stop,” I said weakly. “Well of course he did,” Mats voice was dripping with sarcasm. “And you thought what? He’d get a job and come home? You’re a stupid little girl.” “No-” “So you just do what he says? Huh? You know what? I don’t care. I don’t. Fuck up your life. Fine. Don’t drag me into it. I get calls every week from other players and I turn ...

... them down because we work. And you let him into it like this? I can’t believe it!” “I’m sorry.” There was a long pause as he glared at me. Then he shook his head. Ran his hands through his hair. “You’re winning tomorrow,” he said quietly. “If you don’t, we’re over. Remember that. I did not work us both so hard for this shit.” My phone rang, making us both jump. I looked at the screen. Jack . Before I could debate whether or not to answer, Mats snatched it out of my hand. “Get some fucking sleep.” He walked out of the room and slammed the door. *** Suzanne played well but I felt like I was one step ahead of her. The game lingered. I should have finished it in the first two sets but my mind was still full of indecision. The thought of the tape made panic rush through me. But it was just a tape. Maybe it would be a scandal for a few months and then people would forget. Jack wasn’t worth it. I couldn’t let him use me. There were so many other people depending on me. If I lost and the truth got out, I would hurt millions of people. Fans, kids who looked up to me, my family. Mats. In the end it was between him and Jack. I could justify the choice I made to myself but if I lost, I could never justify it to Mats. He was in the crowd, in my box. We’d gone through the pre-match rituals with an uneasy truce, neither of us mentioning the previous night. Maybe my feelings for him were clouding my judgement. I felt like I was in love with him. One day he was an unbearable slave driver, and ...