Chapter 10 Confession

The restaurant appears as a residential place; you enter the property to get to the house. It seems very discreet. The place has a beautiful entrance, full of greenery and flowers. Great, he told me how important it was to avoid paparazzi, gossip and all that.

If on the outside it is beautiful, on the inside, it is pure craftsmanship. It is bright and white and looks a little rustic, quite different from what I've seen for an Italian restaurant. We sit down at our table, and the Maître soon comes and gives us the menu, but first, he greets Hunter in an overly exaggerated way.

"Good evening, Miss," he says, analyzing me.

Does Hunter bring all of his girlfriend's here? Is this fellow rating me on his huge list of girlfriends? I can understand his Spanish as he speaks with Hunter.

"It's always such a pleasure to see you, Sir, what a most beautiful girl you've given us the honour of serving," he says. I smile, instantly turning red like a tomato.

He praises me so much. Nobody has ever praised me so much. But of course, it must be the hospitality they have to extend because of the famous player in front of me.

"Oh, thank you," I say, not knowing where to look.

"Tony, I know she's beautiful, but you don't need to embarrass her, please." Hunter looks sullen. What happened to him all of a sudden?

I order a Fettuccine carbonara and he does the same thing, as well as requesting another bottle of wine that seemed exquisite and expensive. It baffled me. The current bottle is already starting to work its magic on me.

"Do you have classes every day?" he asks, refilling my glass although the waiter keeps checking on us from time to time. I notice that Hunter likes to do things himself and is not reliant on anyone else.

"Yes, morning and afternoon. It's only on Thursdays and Fridays that I don't have classes in the afternoon," I say, guzzling some more wine. It's delicious, and I hope it starts to work faster. I'm nervous.

"I still want to apologize for that night at your house. I was an idiot."

Wow, his honesty has taken me by surprise.

We haven't had this conversation openly yet. Everything has been between the lines, and here is Hunter apologizing.

"I'm not the kind of girl who has sex with just anyone. Not even if he's a gambler, rich or famous. Or all of those together." I look down as I couldn't seem to look in his eyes while talking about something so intimate.

"Yeah, I knew that. You don't seem like it," he says, staring at me.

"Yeah, but that's not what happened, isn't it?" I feel like I'm contradicting myself.

"I need to apologize again. I've never done that in my life, and you... You don't seem like that the type. It was insulting; I still can't believe I did that to you. You deserve more," he replies quietly.

"Stop with this game," I blurt, not believing a word he just ranted. "I think you have this same dialogue carved out with all the girls. You can take whoever you want and whenever you want. And for a simple no that I gave, you did all that to cater to your huge masculine ego. I think this is your standard." I stop my mouth, which seemed to have developed a mind of its own. Thank you, wine!

"I like your sincerity. You say everything that you're thinking...What you see is what you get! Well, almost everything there is. But if you think I'm some sort of a playboy, you're wrong. It sounds like you believe everything gossipers say, but it's not true. I've never taken a girl to my house," he confesses, looking away as though frustrated. As if I would believe him.

We finish our dinner, and he doesn't even pay. Seeing my expression, he tells me that the Barcelona club pays. Oh yeah, how come I never thought of such a simple thing? We get back in the car and he gets on the road.

"What do you want from me, Hunter?" I finally ask. "Company to talk with and maybe throw in an occasional fuck, is it?" I look deep into those beautiful blue eyes impatiently. Oh, stop looking at me like that!

"You think I just want to fuck you?" he questions, running his hand through his hair in exasperation.

"Yes, at least that's what seems to be the case so far!" I retort, perhaps in a challenging tone. I continue. "Besides, it looks like you have a redhead, don't it?"

"I thought you were intelligent enough to know that I like you; you are smart, angry, mostly confusing, annoying and fun all at the same time. It baffles me. If it is just some fucking game, do you think we would be here now? Because if I remember correctly, we've done this before."

He catches me unprepared for this moment, and he is right.

I have no words to describe this moment. He switches so easily between confidence, sincerity and the urge to protect himself and his loved ones from the paparazzi with such ease it almost baffles me. What aspect of his personality is this now? And he is, without a doubt, much more beautiful than in pictures or even in games. But I need to watch my back.

"Ahhh you're right, Hunter," I say, "I'll just be upfront. I come from a very small family and I have also struggled all the way to make it here. My past relationships were a blink and miss it and they have taught me to be focused on my career more than anything else. I want to make my own name so that tomorrow nobody will blame me for piggybacking my way to the top. Speaking of the night in question, I guess my heart won over my mind," I admit and look down, not knowing where else to shove my head into and hide!

He comes closer and kisses my forehead, saying, "Do not feel bad. When I drove off after that magical night, the only words that came into my head were 'Damn this was the best orgasm of my life'. I was so happy at the time that I didn't know what to tell you."

My God, someone please tell me he did not say that; did he really just tell me that?