Page 63 of Payback
“You know, we can play this game all we want, but will it truly change anything? I’m not in love with you. You’re not in love with me.”
“That’s why it’s called roleplaying,” he countered.
“Ah, so you want my love?”
He leaned in, pressing his hands against the bedposts, inching closer to me.
“No, Alison, I don’t desire your love. I crave your obsession. I want you addicted to me. I want you to come crawling, begging to take me into your mouth, to feel me,” he murmured.
“That’ll never happen except in these games you force me to play,” I retorted, leaning toward him, meeting him head-on. His dark smirk played on his lips once again as we stood locked in a contest of stares. Neither of us budged, and the tension between us grew, the anger simmering beneath our skin. Slowly, Jared pulled back, a warning gleam in his eyes.
“Lay it on thick,” he reminded me before he started walking away.
I watched him depart, shaking my head slightly. If he wanted me to prove I could lay it on thick, then that’s what I’d do. I knew that if I didn’t, he’d use whatever leverage he had over me.
“My pussy’s getting tired!” I called after him.
“I’m sure it reminds you of your college days. Any professors who granted you better grades for a little extra service would get it, am I right?” he replied.
“What?” I exclaimed, utterly disbelieving.
His response was just a chuckle. However, his words baffled me. Why would he bring up professors? Jared didn’t elaborate further. Soon enough, he reappeared in the doorway, and I knew the performance had to begin. I lowered myself slightly, arching my back a little and pushing out my chest. I hadn’t buttoned up the shirt all the way, and my breasts filled it out. His gaze traveled down my body as I offered him a disgustingly sweet smile.
“Alison, I don’t recall inviting you in,” he began.
“Perhaps you should lock the door next time,” I playfully teased, twirling a strand of hair around my finger as I gradually slipped into character.
“Just because the door isn’t locked doesn’t mean it’s an invitation. I understand why you’re here, and my answer is still no. You should leave,” he informed me, waving a hand dismissively.
“Tonight is different,” I informed him.
He looked intrigued, and I almost fell for his convincing act. His ability to switch gears was remarkable, but I didn’t let it sway me.
“Oh? How so?” he asked, stepping a little closer.
“There’s something I’ve never revealed to you.”
“Really?”
Even the tone of his voice carried a deep sense of intrigue, as if he anticipated what I was about to say yet wanted to hear it from me. He approached until he was at the edge of the bed, and I nodded eagerly before scooting a bit closer. He stood before me, his hands in his pockets, gazing down with a mixture of curiosity and heat in his eyes. I reached out, placing my hands on his chest, and I saw curiosity morph into something more intense. I ran my hands down his chest slowly, but he seized my wrists, shaking his head.
“I almost believed you had something important to confess,” he remarked. “Guess I was mistaken.”
I shook my head.
“No, there is something, but it’s making me nervous.”
“Nervous?” he asked.
“It’s difficult to say, considering I’ve kept it hidden for so long.”
I was truly getting immersed in my role. I even thought about how the Oscars should prepare a prize for me. I was putting on an award-winning performance.
“For how long?” he asked, his eyes tracing down my figure once again.
“Longer than it should be. I should’ve been honest with you, Jared.”
“Yeah? About what?”
