The Game of Love

The Game of Love Chapter 35

Sarah:

 

“Go fuck yourself!” I screamed at Leon.

He only smirked in return, saying in return, “I won fair and square, sweetheart. So don’t think you flicking me off will get me off your case.”

“But you—I—ugh!” exclaimed I, exasperated. How could I lose at my own game: Catherine?

Catherine is a puzzle game that’s scares the freaking shit at times. What goes on is you have to move these blocks around so you can reach the top before the platform crumbles, and each nightmare is harder than the last. Believe me; the bosses that chase you up and try to kill you at each end of a nightmare will piss you off. But I love it despite its gore and creepiness. Sometimes after playing this game, I don’t know if I can sleep. Then again, in this game, the nightmares that determines whether you live or die only happens for men (i.e. unfaithful men); I’m safe.

The stage we’re at is the Quadrangle with ice cubes the slide off if you push it. We were competing against each other at the boss level where Katherine (the main character’s fiancée) is in a bridal gown that’s trying to kill you with a freaking sword. And she’s effing quick. Unfortunately, I had a brain relapse for a moment so I couldn’t think quickly enough—and Leon (who was behind me by like ten blocks) took this opportunity to push me off the tower to my death by the time he caught up to me.

So really, I’m more pissed at my brain for drawing a blank—I would’ve won our bet! And what was our bet? If I won this stage, then Leon would be my servant for an entire month (he even gets to wear a maid costume). However, it’d be vice versa if he won. Damn, I was so close to enjoying his humiliation. And like it was already prepared, Leon had the maid costume in his hands, flaunting it in front of me.

“Sarah,” he called in a teasing voice. I practically stomped my way towards him, snatching the maid outfit from his hand. Right when I’m leaving my room, Leon whispers in my ear, “Wear something sexy underneath.”

Whipping around, I instinctively slap him across the face—though I wanted to do more than just that. “Pervert,” I spat, and he laughed jokingly as I disappeared into the bathroom.

When I got out, I wore simple shorts underneath and a spaghetti strap top (since I can’t argue with Leon’s wishes…because I lost the stupid bet). Leon flashed a smirk, and I said in return, “It’s not exactly ‘sexy’, but at least I’m doing something.”

“Good enough for me,” he said, patting the side next to him for me to sit at the edge of the bed.

“So what exactly would a servant of yours do?” I asked for clarification.

He contemplated for a quick minute. “If it’s anyone, they’d just do all my work back at my place. But,” he stopped to bring my face closer to his, “if it’s you, you’d simply just lie right here while I do whatever I please with you—and you can’t resist.”

“Your corniness really ticks me off,” I grumbled. “Plus, that’s just so perverted and disgusting on so many levels.”

Leon scoffed, “I was kidding, Sarah.” His expression and tone earlier didn’t seem like he was. “Now go get me something to drink.” Just when I’ve slid off the bed, my back to him, I could’ve sworn he’s checking me out. Ew.

Right as I’m getting us two bottles of Coke, I feel the vibration of my phone in the pocket of my little apron. Excitement burst through me when Seth called. I’ve been so used to him not being around; the two of us having conversations were such a rarity. “Hey,” I greeted chirpily, “it’s been a while.”