I was in a slum. I hadn't seen Gya for over a month and wasn't going to see her for another week or so. I sat in the empty game room, not even aware that Isaac and Zac had left already. I was lost in my own thoughts about Gya. I could faintly hear the door creak open and I saw a slim figure walk towards me slowly. I looked more closely to see that it was a woman of about eighteen, cropped, blonde hair, piercing, green eyes. She was a real beauty to say the least. If I had been interested, I probably would have asked her to come up to my room with me.

But that was the thing, I wasn't interested. Which makes it incredibly hard to decipher the reason I did what I did next. She walked up to me and crouched down in front of my open legs. She leaned her elbows on my knees and looked up at me with a seductive smile. "Why are you in here all alone? Someone like you should be surrounded by people.." she rubbed my leg slowly, almost gaining a moan from me, but I resisted the urge. "By women.." I should have pushed her away right then. I should have told her that I was already in a relationship and that I wasn't looking for anything from her. I should have left right then. That was what I should have done. That was my immediate reaction. But I didn't push her away, I didn't stop her at all.

"Who are you?"

"My name isn't important right now. What's important right now is that you are all alone in a game room with a beautiful woman who is currently asking you if you would like to join her in her room for a glass of champagne and a quick fuck. What are you going to do about it?"

My brain screamed at me to remove this woman from my site and go back up to my room and call Gya, but my lower half had other ideas, "I think I'm going to take her up on the offer of a quick fuck, but I'd prefer it if we stayed here."

She looked around the room curiously before answering, "Where?"

"There." I pointed to the pool table my brothers had been playing pool on only hours earlier. She smiled and stood up, pulling me with her by the collar of my shirt.


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