Bitch! Fucking bitch. I would kill her, strangle her to death. The lamp went straight to the wall and eventually falling on the ground. Taking the antique vase, I shot it at the mirror shredding it into pieces. My whole room had become a slaughter house.

 I still couldn’t contain the anger inside of me, burning in agitation I shattered everything I got my hands on. Bending down I kicked open the black mirrored bed frame cabinet, pushing out the Sapporo space barley bear bottle. Plucking it open I gulped down the whole bottle of beer. Taking another bottle out I chugged it again. My thirst still wasn’t quenched.

Playing basketball always soothes me. It assuages my anger. Nothing surpasses that, in fact in years I hadn’t come across anything better than basketball. After my mother only this game comforted me. And no one just no one could disrupt that. But she managed to do that to.

I hate losing control, being helpless aggravates me. And that’s what happened today. I was already riled up from the last night’s fiasco, she still dared to poke me again.

Crashing my practise in between she planned to play her own game there. She actually thought she stood any chance in front of me on my court where I rule, my scared ground. Still I gave her a chance to show her where she stood and accepting my challenge, the dumbfuck believed she could beat me.

The motherfucking bitch tried to seduced me when she couldn’t play along. Obviously, she couldn’t play the sport so decided to distract me. How dare she? What did she think that I would be mesmerized by her, that she would be able to arouse me? No one fucked with me and she attempted to trap Black Ronald, that slut……God! I hurled the bottle on the floor crashing it into pieces.

The worst part was, that I got distracted. The minute she walked into the hall wearing those black shorts I was entranced, her long toned but plumpish legs were enough to affect me. Still, I was in my senses, even when we started playing, I somehow controlled myself by keeping a distance and focusing on my game. But the minute she striped her jacket I lost it. Her sweaty body in that tight tank top revealed her ravishing curves, I instantly wanted to ripped that top away. And Jesus I was damned when she splashed water over her head that gushed on her tanned chest. Had she been just another girl, and if I were getting that hormonal, I’d have fucked her brains out right there on the ground. But it was her and that wasn’t good. As she sauntered her wet body towards me with those throbbing thighs and wobbly boobs my dick hardened in my boxers. And there I was in huge trouble. I’d fucked a zillion girls but this was new. No girl ever had turned me on like that, I had been aroused but never this insane. Only I knew how I had kept a straight face.

I couldn’t fall for this, I knew control. In fact I owned it. But she was driving me crazy, still I had to play with her.

The actual show started after she bent before me outstretching her hands. She manifested her cleavage a bit while I couldn’t stop gawking at her. Every time I observed her creamy soft body I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more.

Moving backwards with the ball I was trying to stay away from her, she though had other plans. Hopping close to me with her bouncing tits made my dick intractable. I didn’t know what got into her, but she was relentless, charging at me every chance she got. But what was hassling me more was; why was I so mesmerised by her body? it was like any girl’s body. Still, I needed a taste of it, explore it. Being the stubborn girl that she was, she kept hopping close to me and at a point she was in my face, blocking me. Then I didn’t understand what got into her she stretched her leg pulling a cartwheel. It was a sight to watch, in fact in between when she outstretched her legs I was blown away. And just like that the ball fell from my hands and she grabbed it. Taking it to the other side when she turned her back towards me in the same bent position, I couldn’t stop but reach behind her when she pushed me back making me fucking crazy. For the first time in my life playing basketball was becoming a struggle for me. And that infuriated me. I launched myself again towards her holding her from behind and snatching away the ball from her hands, even though holding her like that killed me.

Shit happened when she collided with me. I couldn’t manage myself, she attached her body with mine torturing my animalistic dick. She was almost rocking around me and her boobs stick with my chest making the ball tumble from my hands.

She had finally accomplished her goal of distracting me , diverting me from basketball. This couldn’t have happened; I had planned to ruin her and that was it. She couldn’t fuck my mind in the process, she had to know her limits. That’s why I confronted her.

What was more irritating was that if I still lose my control again, then how would I go ahead with my plan. Because eventually I had to be intimate with her. God! I threw away the sixth bottle of beer.

 
“She’s hot man, I’m definitely having her after you.” Nate said sitting beside me in my car. We were outside the bookstore she had started working in today. I knew she needed money but working in a bookshop won’t suffice. She would have to get another one to manage all her expenses.

I had to keep an eye on her even though I didn’t want to see her face. But it was important to keep track of her and I also needed to make sure that I am not affected by her. Whatever happened it was just momentary. After what happened in the morning, I was sure she wouldn’t want to meet me again. But I had to admonish her so that she didn’t drown in adulation of herself.

I initially thought of having someone else to spy on her but this project was more personal than professional. Hence, my personal attention was the main requisite for this plan. And until my motive with her hadn’t been accomplished she was my toy. These rules applied to my friends as well. So, Nate will have to wait.

“Dude you’re an aggressive beast. You need patience to deal with her, trust me she’s a prude bitch.” I flaunted my abilities indirectly.