someone makes a shot, that person has to ask a question. It could be whatever they want. No boundaries. And the person being asked, has to answer it with all honesty. Deal?"
She hesitated, uneasy at the set of rules. "No boundaries?"
"Nope."
"So, you can ask me anything, no matter how personal, and I'm obligated to answer it?"
"That's the rule."
She bit her lip, contemplating.
"I mean if you scared then..." He shrugged, and she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up and let's play."
He chortled. "Iight, just warning you. I'm a pro at this baby, so if you ain't ready to answer some questions it's ya chance to back out now."
"Please. I'll just beat your ass like Chavez should've did."
With a gasp, he placed his hand on his chest. "Oh, no you didn't..."
She giggled at his effeminate reaction. "Yeah, I did. What?" She dared, boldly.
He nodded, licking lips. "See, you foul for that one. But it's cool. Just wait."
He placed the white ball on the table, before removing the rack.
"Ladies first, since I'm a gentleman. But after that, all gloves are off."
"Whatever, move." She nudged him away, and he laughed, stepping out of her space. She then bent over the table, aiming the stick at the cue ball.
"Damn."
She rolled her eyes, disregarding his gaze on her ass. She struck the ball and it collided into the rest of balls, breaking them out of formation. When two solid colored balls rolled into the pocket, she jumped with joy. He huffed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, um what was all that stuff you were saying before? Sorry, I didn’t hear you," she teased, cupping her ear.
"Whateva. Just ask the question."
She twirled the stick, thinking of something to ask him.
"Okay, here's my question. What do you really want from me, Cameron?" She stared at him.
"I just wanna have a good time with a real woman."
She frowned at his vague response. "A good time meaning what?"
"Gotta hit another shot, baby."
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and focused on the board. Biting her lip, she circled the table, assessing the best angle to make her shot. When she found it, she leaned over and hit the cue ball. She groaned when none made it in the pockets.
"Damnit."
"Aww, how unfortunate." He lowered his head with faux sympathy. She flipped him the finger and he grinned. He picked up his stick and stepped to the table. "It's game time baby."
He leaned over the table, aiming the ball with such focus. After a moment, he struck the ball. And like magic, 4 striped balls rolled into all pockets at the same time.
"Shit," she cursed.
He drew out a breath, standing straight. "Could do this in my sleep."
Cocky sonofabitch.
"Now, here's my question for you."
He stared at her for a long moment, rubbing the hairs on his chin. Her heart raced, as she anticipated his next words. She didn't understand why she so nervous all of a sudden, but she was.
"Are you attracted to me?"
She paused. "What?"
"Are you attracted to me?" he repeated.
"What kind of question is that?"
"It's a question I want you to answer."
Arrogant ass.
Shutting her eyes, she forced out, "Yes, I think you're attractive."
"No, that's not what I asked you. Are you attracted to me?"
She twirled the stick anxiously between her fingers. He clearly wasn't going to make this easy for her.
"Yes...I'm attracted to you."
A cool smiled eased his lips and he nodded, stepping to the board. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere."
Her face burned at her confession. She instantly regretted agreeing to this game.
He struck the ball once again. And just her luck, he made another shot.
Fuck!
"Next question..." He faced her. "Do you really think I raped that woman?"
She sighed. "No, I don't."
He nodded, satisfied. He stepped to the table once again and struck the ball. When he missed the shot, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God.
She picked up her stick, approaching the table. She examined the board for the proper angle, then made her shot. When a ball rolled into the pocket, she rejoiced.
"Now,
She hesitated, uneasy at the set of rules. "No boundaries?"
"Nope."
"So, you can ask me anything, no matter how personal, and I'm obligated to answer it?"
"That's the rule."
She bit her lip, contemplating.
"I mean if you scared then..." He shrugged, and she rolled her eyes.
"Shut up and let's play."
He chortled. "Iight, just warning you. I'm a pro at this baby, so if you ain't ready to answer some questions it's ya chance to back out now."
"Please. I'll just beat your ass like Chavez should've did."
With a gasp, he placed his hand on his chest. "Oh, no you didn't..."
She giggled at his effeminate reaction. "Yeah, I did. What?" She dared, boldly.
He nodded, licking lips. "See, you foul for that one. But it's cool. Just wait."
He placed the white ball on the table, before removing the rack.
"Ladies first, since I'm a gentleman. But after that, all gloves are off."
"Whatever, move." She nudged him away, and he laughed, stepping out of her space. She then bent over the table, aiming the stick at the cue ball.
"Damn."
She rolled her eyes, disregarding his gaze on her ass. She struck the ball and it collided into the rest of balls, breaking them out of formation. When two solid colored balls rolled into the pocket, she jumped with joy. He huffed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, um what was all that stuff you were saying before? Sorry, I didn’t hear you," she teased, cupping her ear.
"Whateva. Just ask the question."
She twirled the stick, thinking of something to ask him.
"Okay, here's my question. What do you really want from me, Cameron?" She stared at him.
"I just wanna have a good time with a real woman."
She frowned at his vague response. "A good time meaning what?"
"Gotta hit another shot, baby."
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and focused on the board. Biting her lip, she circled the table, assessing the best angle to make her shot. When she found it, she leaned over and hit the cue ball. She groaned when none made it in the pockets.
"Damnit."
"Aww, how unfortunate." He lowered his head with faux sympathy. She flipped him the finger and he grinned. He picked up his stick and stepped to the table. "It's game time baby."
He leaned over the table, aiming the ball with such focus. After a moment, he struck the ball. And like magic, 4 striped balls rolled into all pockets at the same time.
"Shit," she cursed.
He drew out a breath, standing straight. "Could do this in my sleep."
Cocky sonofabitch.
"Now, here's my question for you."
He stared at her for a long moment, rubbing the hairs on his chin. Her heart raced, as she anticipated his next words. She didn't understand why she so nervous all of a sudden, but she was.
"Are you attracted to me?"
She paused. "What?"
"Are you attracted to me?" he repeated.
"What kind of question is that?"
"It's a question I want you to answer."
Arrogant ass.
Shutting her eyes, she forced out, "Yes, I think you're attractive."
"No, that's not what I asked you. Are you attracted to me?"
She twirled the stick anxiously between her fingers. He clearly wasn't going to make this easy for her.
"Yes...I'm attracted to you."
A cool smiled eased his lips and he nodded, stepping to the board. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere."
Her face burned at her confession. She instantly regretted agreeing to this game.
He struck the ball once again. And just her luck, he made another shot.
Fuck!
"Next question..." He faced her. "Do you really think I raped that woman?"
She sighed. "No, I don't."
He nodded, satisfied. He stepped to the table once again and struck the ball. When he missed the shot, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God.
She picked up her stick, approaching the table. She examined the board for the proper angle, then made her shot. When a ball rolled into the pocket, she rejoiced.
"Now,
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