Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

Chapter 220 - Never Refuse

"I don\'t know what they were doing and I want to keep it that way. I already know too much about them," he groaned. "I think he is taking revenge for all the times we displayed affection publicly."

How petty.

Well, it was his own fault, Katherine thought. "I told you not to call."

"Yes, I will listen to you from now on." He looked defeated.

"Don\'t be scarred by so little. I am sure they will do worse," she told him lightly. Knowing Angelina, she had no boundaries to speak of and rarely cared about her image. With Stephen on her side, she would just get worse.

Cage scrunched up his face. "Oh god."

"My poor Cage. It\'s okay, I\'ll make you feel better." She stroked his forehead gently as he stared at her. Sure enough, he broke into laughter and shook his head.

"Come on. Let\'s go online and see what people are talking about." Katherine raised her brow. "We need to see if anyone else got asked." Cage\'s words seemed well thought out. She followed him without complaint and pulled out her laptop for the first time during the trip.

Logging into her social media and game account, she went through all the chat logs and realize that there was not much talk about her or any competition coming up. Possibly, the team had just started to plan it out. She had heard of the launch happening in a couple of months, so she wasn\'t worried about that in the least.

After this, she realized that they didn\'t have much to do.

"Wanna play?" she asked coyly, the double meaning evident. He looked at her with a smug smile and nodded.

"I would never refuse that."

"Take out your lappy. I\'m going to beat your ass tonight." She glared at him as he scoffed.

"You are forgetting who the teacher is, little girl," Cage taunted as he bonced off and pulled out his laptop from his bag. He was setting it up when he saw her bend over to pick something up from the floor. Standing right behind her, he moved an inch.

Katherine bit back a grin when she heard him groan behind her. "You\'re doing this on purpose!" Cage accused.

"What did I do?" she asked innocently. She barely contained her laugh when she looked over her shoulder to find him staring hungrily at her ass. Yes, she had done it on purpose.

"Where is your underwear?" he asked, his voice full of longing. She had changed into a long t-shirt that acted like a dress, falling mid-thigh. Because she hadn\'t been able to torture him to her heart\'s content before, she had come up with such a plan. It had taken her a long time to pull out this trump card.

"I ran out," she said simply, shrugging her shoulders.

"Really?" he squeaked. He bounded forward, ready to pounce, but she moved away and concentrated on her laptop once again. With it powered up, she chatted with some people online. He grumbled as he pulled up his page.

"What mission do you want to go to?" he asked. No one person lost on a mission, the whole team did, so they obviously couldn\'t fight on that. Instead, they focused on health points and movements.

They played for a prolongued period of time, in which Cage often coached her on which moves would have been better. He wasn\'t a professional but he had played longer and had a little more knowledge than her in the field.

Now that he thought about it, he should probably tell her to get a coach and train hard. Blow people away.

She continued playing as he thought about dinner. Seeing her so engrossed in the game, he thought it the perfect opportunity to cook. He walked down to the kitchen and looked through what they had left. Not that much.

Taking the ingredients, he came up with different dishes that she might enjoy. When he was done, he called her from downstairs. There was silence. He plated everything and covered them in case she came later and then went upstairs to find her.

"What are you doing?" he asked, when he saw her gritting her teeth and shouting at the laptop.

"I\'ve been surrounded by a group of people. I am fighting battle after battle and no one is taking my side," she exclaimed.

"Why are they doing that?" he asked. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her fingers fly over the keyboard.

"No reason," she muttered. Not believing her, he came forward and looked at his screen. He was still logged in and he saw that he had been mentioned too many times. He read through the comments and held back his laughter.

She had been trying to convince everyone that she was the best. She had lost to Cage before and wasn\'t mentioning that.

"You are a sore loser," he commented, startling her. She looked over at him and sagged when she realized they had found out.

"Wah. I didn\'t lose. You forfeited. So, you lost!" She had a competitive streak in her. Cage scowled.

"I was winning before that. So, no."

"Nope, you refused to compete with me because you would get your ass kicked. I won." She pouted. She was set in her story. He shook his head.

"Ah, yes, you have been meaning to beat my ass..." he trailed off, smirking.

Katherine stopped. She quickly typed in some bullshit about an emergency. There were protests that she was running away. She didn\'t pay any of them attention.

Instead, she launched herself across the bed as Cage stared at her. She slammed into him. Fortunately, he caught her by the shoulders and kept them both from hitting the floor. She was still sitting on the bed, on her knees. The mirth in Cage\'s eyes diminished and was replaced by something wilder and darker.

Katherine gulped. \'F.u.c.k me,\' she thought.

"I won," she whispered again. She didn\'t want to let it go. No, she also wanted him badly. Again. So much for restraint.