More than a game episode 30

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? Book thirty ?

⚡ Hans’ standpoint ⚡

I sat on Arlene’s hospital be-d, pla-ying 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 st©p crying was to pl@ywith 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 alre-ady 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 sm-irk. She hissed and rolled her eyes.

‘That sheep? Leave him plea-se, he should keep wasting his time.’

‘Why don’t you want to appreciate his love?’

‘Why should I appreciate misre-ad 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 d@t£ 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 t©pic. When is Iris coming to see me?’

‘Right now,’ Iris chirped, bur-sting into the room. ‘Hello mom?!’

‘Iris!’ Arlene almost jumped out of the be-d. Iris hvgged her ti-ght, 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 be-d. 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 flin-ched 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 sle-pt 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 ha-rd 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 ha-rd , or don’t you think?’ I nodded in agreement. I knew that alre-ady. ‘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 p@rty unless I’m coming as a glas-syheaded banana man.’

‘Why?’ He laughed.

‘No reason, she just wants to ridicule me. Said I should do that as a birthday gift, ru-bbish.’ 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 slee-ping over at Melody’s so they would plan on what to do about her distant relationsh!pwith Knight. They were only able to d@t£ 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 disobe-dience.

‘Hey everyb©dy 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 sobbe-d.

‘Iris…’ She quic-kly hvgged me, wra-pping her hands around my w@!st and placing her head on my che-st. ‘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 pu-ll-ed 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, wra-pped 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 sobbe-d.

‘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 ha-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 spre-ad on my face. ‘You love me?’

‘Shut up,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Focus on why I’m crying here,’ I opened my be-droom 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 nee-d an idea on how to do it.’ She looked into my eyes with big expectant eyes. I lowered myself to the be-d, 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.

‘plea-se? I know you can help me, plea-se Hans my love? I promise I won’t break up with you if you do it, plea-se?’

I sighed and ran my hand throu-gh my hair. ‘You are ma-king things ha-rd 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!$$£d 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, plea-se.’

‘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 t©p that hvgged her b©dy, she took off the jacket I saw her wearing at the hospital. The dress did nothing in hiding the line of her brea-sts 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 sli-pups 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 abs£nt mindedly. My hands were twitching to t©uçh it, I so badly wanted to t©uçh her brea-st. ‘Aren’t you done with my hair yet?’

‘It’s so soft,’ she cooed in adoration. I sank my teeth into myl-ip, my hand was alre-ady moving up. I took in a de-ep breath and pinched her left tit. Iris’ hand froze, her b©dy stiffened. It was the signal for me to st©p but she not reacting encouraged me to try it again.

I kept my eyes on her as squee-zed it ha-rder this time, she looked down at me with a frown. I grinned sheepishly but still lift my hand up to her other brea-st. Iris kept looking at me, not uttering a word. I cu-mpped her soft bo-ob s and squee-zed 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 whole 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!ppl!. It then made s-en-se why he wanted to be as far away as possible, I forgot I took off my br@ 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 squee-zed ha-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 brea-st. My frown didn’t st©p him as his other hand c@m£ up and did the same thing to my right bo-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 cu-mpped my bo-ob s and squee-zed it tenderly. Maybe it was what I nee-ded to get my mind off Violet and him together. With that on my mind, I looked back at his hair, if he un-derstood it, he would know what to do.

Hans un-derstood and continued fondling my brea-sts, nipping my tits with his sharp f!ngers. My b©dy burnt up in a good way, I had to hold his shoulders and lean on him. Myl-ips trembled, quavered from held back m0@n s. Hans pu-ll-ed me close to kneel on the be-d between his legs, in a way my che-st was directly at his face. I exhaled when he stuffed his face into my brea-sts, sinking his teeth in at the same time. The t©p I was wearing was just a minor disturbance. He ate into my n!pplethrou-gh my chiffon t©p, spre-ading the fire around my b©dy. I let out the m0@n s I was holding, throwing my head back in plea-sure. Hans m0@n ed my name as he ate it. He abruptly gr@bb£d the hem of my t©p, pausing to ask me permission to take it off. I reached the hem myself and hitched it up, pu-lling it over my head. Hans g@sped as his eyes fell on my ba-re che-st. He stared at my twins with wi-de eyes, fascinated by my bo-ob s.

‘Iris if I don’t st©p now, I will never st©p,’ he said un-der his breath, in a low husky tone.

‘I’m not st©pping you, am I?’ I yelped as he pu-ll-ed me down to the be-d, pushing my back on the soft mattress. He climbe-d over me, placing his hands at each side of my b©dy with hungry eyes piercing into my soul.

‘One last chance Iris,’ the impatient and desperation in his tone betrayed him. His b©dy was trembling violently as a result of how ha-rd 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 t©p 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 t©uçh 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 pu-ll-ed his face down. The abrupt pu-ll made him fall on me, I instantly imprisoned him with my legs and sealed hisl-ips with mine. That was all he nee-ded to get into action, his hands getting back to work on my bo-ob s. I m0@n ed into his mouth, arching my back upward in request of more. Like I had been asking myself, our k!sswasn’t gentle or slow, it was pas-sionate and rou-gh; very rou-gh. His scent esc-rted his berry taste, his heartbeat applauding for the waves clashing in my head. His hands s£nt fire after fire to my b©dy, electricities after electricities to my br@in and sparks to my heart.

When his mouth finally traveled down to my br£@st and let his we-t ton-gue sweep over my tit, I screamed out in plea-sure. Hans su-cked and chewed me, his hands slowly unfastening the bu-tton of my denim jeans. I re-moved my hands from his shoulders and moved them to his che-st, trailing the ti-ps of my f!ngerson his che-st. He successfully re-moved my bu-tton and slowly pu-ll-ed 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 un-derwear. Hans left my che-st and knelt on his calves. He t©uçhed his belt to re-move it but I quic-kly reached up and held his hands.

‘Do you want me to st©p?’ He asked with twitching hands. He wasn’t going to tease me further, he was fv¢king turned on and in nee-d of immediate S-x. Another day then. I smiled and knelt up too. ‘What?’ I pressed myl-ips on his n£¢k, he let out a heavy sigh, pushing his head to the side.

I su-cked and ni-bbled on his n£¢k, unbuckling his belt for him. Hans’ hand reached up to the scruff of my n£¢k, grasping it ti-ght to keep my mouth there. I traced my f!nger along the line to his p@n-ts and down to his hilt. Hans inspired in gratification. I rotated my index f!nger at the cap of his gherkin, gliding the pinky f!nger across it dripping ti-p. ‘Iris, you are killing me.’ I smiled as I remembered he also called my name when slee-ping with Violet, double joy.

Shaking my head off his hold, I k!$$£d down his che-st to his n!ppleand did to him what he did to me, the exact way he did it to me. Hans entire b©dy quaked with plea-sure, his che-st rising and falling heavily, the sound of his heartbeat pumping more adrenaline into my bloodstream. I still don’t remember taking off his shi-t but it was all good. And with an impatient growl, Hans pushed me back on the be-d and bent my knees up. He sli-pped off his p@n-ts and briefs hastily, breathing like the p@n-ts was his enemy. I knew we were about to enter another stage of our relationsh!pbut 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 nee-ded 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 clas-s 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 clas-ses 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 bec@m£ 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 bec@m£ a drun!kard out of frustration and ba-rely c@m£ home. I took up responsibility and cared for the family. I however st©pped 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 st©pped school to work fully and focus on my cooking clas-s 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 ma-king my heart thump violently.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

I stared at him with mouth open. ‘Close your mouth and st©p gaping at my dad,’ the boy snapped. My heartbeat increa-sed, 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 flir-ting?’

‘No flir-ting 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.

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To be continued.