Four's Game (SEU, #1) [ SAMPLE + UNEDITED FULL VERSION]

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My lips dropped into a frown as I opened the text thread between Four and I. I stared at my blue bubble messages and blinked as it was still the last thing that had been sent between us in the last five days since he'd left the hospital. He still hadn't responded back. I'd called and texted again this Thursday afternoon but still, there was no response.

I'd been so hurt with the distance that was created between us and with my dad still being in the hospital and not speaking to me, my emotions were weighing down on me like a ton of bricks. I'd mastered the art with controlling my emotions and not allowing people to see me hurt but something this time was different. Something about the hurt I was feeling right now wasn't something I could shake off and let go. This hurt was haunting me. The rejection of my father and the idea alone of being disowned by your only parent was something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.

White man's whore.

That is what he referred to me as when I made a few visits to him during this week. He wouldn't let me inside the room but anything the doctors shared to him and KC, she would relay the information to me while I sat either by his room door or in a secluded waiting room.

I thought I could shake off the thoughts and his words, but it hurt. It hurt hearing him talk about me in such a degrading way because of the man I was involved with. The very man that seemed to want nothing to do with me because of my fathers words.

KC asked if I'd finally told Four about our mother's death and even as shameful as it was to say, I allowed her to know that he wasn't talking to me. I'd sent texts and I called, yet I received no reply or answer. Thursday afternoon, I received his voicemail machine after a call and it saddened me. It pained me. He was blatantly ignoring me and it was embarrassing.

Should I give him space? Is that what he wanted? Was it me? Was I smothering him?

It wasn't in my nature to smother, yet what else was I supposed to do when the man I wanted to be with, the man I'd agree to be in a relationship with, didn't seem as if he wanted to be with me?

Ugh. This was exhausting. I was exhausted. I didn't like this not one bit.

Was this it?

Was this it for us? I forced back my tears as I recalled the events of our union since the beginning. Since we met. He admitted that we would have sex. He admitted that he wanted sex. That was all he wanted. And somewhere between us spending time together, lines were crossed and we were engaging in other activities with each other outside of our tutoring sessions. We kissed. We had sex. We slept together. We spent more time together. We were comfortable with each other and I was happy.

I was content and fulfilled with him.

Maybe he wasn't content with me. Maybe I didn't fulfil him. Maybe what happened with my dad at the hospital and him leaving was the outcome he really wanted but didn't think he could tell me. Maybe he didn't want to be in a relationship with me.