A Player Remade (Sequel to A Player in the Remaking)

Chapter Thirty Three

Brielle

"Brielle, someone texted your phone!" Chresanto yelled at me.

I quickly walked out of the steaming bathroom holding my towel up. "Who is it?"

"I don't know, the number isn't saved into you're phone."

"Throw it."

Chresanto chucked the phone at me and I caught it with my free hand. I unlocked my phone and read the message. As soon as my recognized the ten digit number, I almost dropped the phone out of my hand.

"Who is it, boo?" Chresanto asked, wrapping his hands around my waist.

"N-no one." I studdered, locking my phone.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, they had the wrong number."

"Oh, alright. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

Once Chresanto left, I slipped on a sports bra and a pair of spandex. I towel dried my wild, curly hair then placed it in a bun. I stared at the text message for a good five minutes before I even did anything. Should I reply? Should I just left it read? Should I block his number? Should I tell Chresanto?

'hey, brielle.' -450-120-3406

It was hard believe that out of everyone that could've texted me, it had to be Chrsitopher. I didn't know how to feel about this. Apart of me has been waiting for this day and the other part wished that I would've changed my number.

I walked down the hall and stopped at the beginning of the staircase. I took a deep breath. "Chresanto!" I yelled.

"What's up, babe?" He yelled back.

"Can we talk inside the room real quick?"

"I'm coming."

I swiftly walked back inside the room and flopped on the bed. "Whats up, boo?" Chresanto asked, resting his head on my stomach.

I started playing with his curls and sighed. "Remember when I said that the person who texted me had the wrong number?"

"Yeah."

"I lied, it was Christopher's number." I mumbled.

"Whose number?"

"Christophers."

Chresanto paused before he said anything. "Why did you lie?"

"Because, it was so unexpected. I didn't expect to talk to him any time soon in life. It all happened so fast, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry that I lied. I know trust is a big factor in a relationship."

"It's okay, Brielle. It's not like you really lied about something that I cared about. Did you text him back?"

"No, I understand if you don't want me talking to him."

Chresanto smirked. "If you wanna talk about him, go ahead, boo. What I got to lose? You're mine, not his. He couldn't take you away from me even if he tried."

I smiled. "I love how cocky you are."

"And I love you."

"I love you more."

Craig

"Do you want anything to eat while I'm downstairs?" Carina asked, poking her head in the doorway.

I shook my head no. "I'm good."

Things between me and Carina were kind of uexplainable. We're at the rocky part in our relationship. We're more of fuck buddies then we are a couple. She hasn't been complaining like she use to so I guess she's adapted to it.