Chapter 49 Forty-eight

• I shriek and jump as an animated player in Chelsea jersey kicks the ball into my goalpost for the third time since we started playing. My gamepad clatters to the rugged floor, Brandon bursts out laughing and I growl. I let out a silent scream, this is not funny.
• The last-minute decision to challenge him to a game now seems like a terrible idea, I suck my lip and refuse to collect the pad he hands to me. Most of the wall in front of us are covered in screens to allow him to switch to a different game without missing any moment. He claims he hasn’t visited his game room in weeks, work has kept him busy and I suggested we took advantage of his free day. I frown, I don’t want to do his bidding for the whole day, I want him to do mine, I have lots of questions that need answers.
• Letting out a low hiss, I snatch the pad from him, my ears burning from the sound of his mocking laughter. What happened to ladies first? The loser must attend to the winner’s needs for the rest of today and I can’t be the loser. I have to win, by all means necessary.