FanFic Contest "Secret Game" Story 3

[ChazyChaz]

She thought loved him. She always had. Sneaking a glance at her fiancé, she noticed how cute he looked tonight. He had applied hairspray to his thick blonde hair, and she appreciated the effort on his part. She had put plenty of work into looking nice tonight as well. After all, it was their second anniversary.
A gentle kiss silenced her thoughts. She accepted the gesture wholeheartedly, embracing the lust and desire that always filled her when she shared a kiss with him. But lust, she reminded herself, was different from love.


“I love you,” her fiance panted. His warm breath tickled against her lips as he spoke.


He looked at her and waited for her to echo his sentiments. He became worried when the seconds passed and she didn’t say anything in return.
She hadn’t answered because she didn’t want to say something she didn’t feel. But she knew answering with how she really felt would break his heart.


“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked softly. Still, no answer came from her.


“Do you not love me?” he persisted. He had a strong Australian accent, being originally from Melbourne. “Baby, please tell me that you love me.” There was an urgency to his voice now.


Inhaling sharply and then letting the air out, the woman finally spoke her mind.


“But...but I don’t, Robby.” The words created an icy chill in the room. The silence become uncomfortable, awkward.


The woman, named Allison, slowly rolled out of her fiance’s bed, covering herself with a sheet. She felt bad about hurting Robert. They had such a great past. Thoughts of those nights when he brought her daffodils and cooked her dinner were filling her head, but she also felt relieved. Finally, she was no longer living an empty, hollow lie.


“But Ally...I love you. You’re not...breaking up with me, are you?”


Allison adjusted her ruffled blouse and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. “I’m sorry, Robert,” she said softly. “I just can’t do this anymore.” Then, slowly, even though it caused her so much pain, she pulled off the diamond ring on her finger and placed it on Robert’s nightstand.


“This doesn’t feel right anymore...us. Every time we’re together, I feel...empty. If we stay together, if we get married...nothing good will come out of it. We’ll just be together when we crash and burn is all.” Allison shook her head. “I’m going home, Robert.”


As she left, her shiny black heels clicked against the hard wood floor of Robert’s apartment. Robert looked at the beautiful diamond ring that had been tossed on the table, and wondered where he had gone wrong.

Allison climbed into her car. That feeling was still present. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her, but a new one had been dropped on. Allison now had to live with the guilt of breaking Robert’s heart.

To clear her head, she turned on the car stereo. Notes from the music drifted into her ears and hit the audio recognition part of her brain, and she recognized the song as one of Robert’s favourites. She was about to change the song, but the lyrics were so easy for her to relate to at the moment.

It hadn’t felt right when they were together. In the months since their engagement, she had always felt better when she was alone. As hard as it was to leave, she knew it was the right thing to do.

She decided to make a detour on her way home, to visit the real reason she had broken up with Robert...and the real reason she had never truly loved him.


Although the young woman driving to his townhouse was slightly afraid of disturbing his sleep, he was wide awake. Insomnia had hit again, and as a result he was sitting in his living room, drinking an unhealthy amount of scotch.

Several years ago in a situation like this, he would have been pacing the living room, trying to wear himself out in order to fall asleep. But now his wound prevented him from doing that. So he sat at the piano, the glass of scotch sitting on the top, with his long fingers gently brushing against the keys. He wasn’t sure what he was going to play; his fingers would decide that for him.

Before his fingers could decide which keys to press, there was a knock at the door. This knock was so soft and gentle that it almost went unheard. There was only one knock, making it obvious that whoever was on the other side was slightly timid about their presence at his home.

The man decided to take his time getting to the door, just to show his slight annoyance at being bothered so late. The short hand on his watch was nearing the number eleven.

When he finally got to the door and looked through the peephole, he was shocked. Standing there was an object of beauty, someone he would never expect to show up at his house on the spur of the moment.

He slowly opened the door. Allison was standing in the hallway of his apartment building. Her arms were crossed and being held tightly to her chest. His extensive knowledge of body language told him that she felt insecure.


“What are you doing here?” he asked, after addressing her by her last name.

“Can I come in?” She ignored the question. He said yes, but felt apprehensive when he noticed that the engagement that had adorned her finger for many months was now gone.

Before he could ask any questions about it, she slowly walked into the townhouse, then turned to face him. His electric blue eyes looked far from happy- but then again, they always did.

“I broke off our engagement,” she said softly. She didn’t bother to elaborate, as she was used to his keen attention to detail and knew he had already noticed the absence of her ring.

“And you came here for a shoulder to cry on? Not really my area of expertise.” He limped towards her slowly, wincing in pain as the wound on his leg seared.

“You know what I came here for, Greg. You always know everything, remember?” Her voice sounded slightly sarcastic, but cute and flirtatious.

When they both moved a little closer to each other, she noticed the smell of scotch on his breath. She tried to hide her irritation at the fact that he had been drinking. It was typical of him.

“I never said that, Allison,” he replied, sarcastically mocking her usage of his first name. Their relationship was mostly professional, and she had only called him Greg once- that one night where all their fantasies came true, only to be abandoned the next morning.

Allison looked stung at his closed off demeanor, but she once again tried to hide it. This, she reminded herself, was all part of who he was.

After some silence passed, Greg asked, “So, why did you leave the wombat?”

Allison glanced up at him, and said softly, “You know why. Because...yesterday I lied. I do miss you.”


Then, taking a move that was bold beyond her personality, she leaned forward and kissed him. She had so missed the feeling of his three-day beard growth rubbing against her face. After getting over the shock of shy, timid Allison making a move on him, Greg responded to the kiss wholeheartedly. The thought that she missed him was so very touching to him, even though he liked to pretend that he didn’t ever harbor such feelings.
When both of them were in desperate need of oxygen, they pulled apart. Allison had sexy smile on her face.



“This feels so much better than kissing the wombat. I love the feeling of us...being together.”