WICKED GAME

WICKED GAME

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Michael DiNozzo is a carefree, jovial young man with a lot of women friends. He is not a playboy by choice but his career, personality, looks and family background makes him absolutely irresistible. He doesn't get attached, he doesn't want the hassle of becoming attached, and so, sometimes his actions can be quite brutal. But when he finds himself falling head-over-heels for a stranger, she later becomes his primary focus, almost obsessing over. The tables are turned; he who was once the master of his own game is now the one getting played... and he just can't say no! Michael soon learns in the worst way that what goes around definitely comes around ten times fold! MAY THE BEST PLAYER WIN Book I of The Wicked Game Saga Note to reader: There will be sequels and they will follow the main characters of the present story. At the end of each book, it's you the reader who chooses whose life story you want to follow. So for example, when you 're done with this book, you will have the option to follow either one of the main characters. They follow different paths. Choose whose life you want to follow up on, or read both books at the same time. It's really up to you. Happy reading and all comments are welcome. Wicked Game Saga in order: Book 1 - Wicked Game Book 2A - Fine Line Book 2B - What Goes Around Book 3 - I Want My Boyfriend Best Friend Who Happens to be My Best Friend's Boyfriend. Is that Wrong? Book 4 - No Strings Attached (prequel - Michael and Anna's Story) Book 5 - In My Daughter's Interest Book 6 - Unforgivable

Summary

Michael DiNozzo is a carefree, jovial young man with a lot of women friends. He is not a playboy by choice but his career, personality, looks and family background makes him absolutely irresistible. He doesn't get attached, he doesn't want the hassle of becoming attached, and so, sometimes his actions can be quite brutal.

But when he finds himself falling head-over-heels for a stranger, she later becomes his primary focus, almost obsessing over. The tables are turned; he who was once the master of his own game is now the one getting played... and he just can't say no! Michael soon learns in the worst way that what goes around definitely comes around ten times fold!
MAY THE BEST PLAYER WIN

Book I of The Wicked Game Saga

Note to reader: There will be sequels and they will follow the main characters of the present story. At the end of each book, it's you the reader who chooses whose life story you want to follow. So for example, when you 're done with this book, you will have the option to follow either one of the main characters. They follow different paths. Choose whose life you want to follow up on, or read both books at the same time. It's really up to you.

Happy reading and all comments are welcome.
Wicked Game Saga in order:
Book 1 - Wicked Game
Book 2A - Fine Line
Book 2B - What Goes Around
Book 3 - I Want My Boyfriend Best Friend Who Happens to be My Best Friend's Boyfriend. Is that Wrong?
Book 4 - No Strings Attached (prequel - Michael and Anna's Story)
Book 5 - In My Daughter's Interest
Book 6 - Unforgivable

Chapter17 (v.1) - Doubt

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Submitted: July 17, 2017

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He dropped his bag softly beside the floor lamp. “Mr. Petrovskii, good morning.  I uh… I just, arrived and I thought I’d surprise Alex.”  He looked at her. “Maybe I should have called first.”  She just stood there, arms folded and head down. Michael grew concerned. “What’s going on?”

“You are what’s going on Mr. DiNozzo.”  With hands in pockets, the man took three steps towards him. “You do get around – don’t you?”

“Dad, please,” Alex pleaded.

Petrovskii lifted his hand at her as to tell her to be quiet.  Alex simply obeyed.  The man walked even closer towards Michael – his eyes fixed into his.  “I am going to speak very slowly and very clearly so for you not to misinterpret.  This company I own has been in existence for one hundred and twenty-five years.  I have been CEO for the past thirty-five.  It is my pride and joy having this great institute carry the Petrovskii name through all those years.  We have never experienced a loss since I’ve been in charge.  We receive requests from the normal working man to royalty.  I’m telling you that Petrovskii is nowhere in the future going to fail.  But I am willing to drop everything if it means protecting my daughter and her best interest.”

Michael just stood there frozen.  He had no idea what to say.  He glanced at Alex who was by the way in the same standing position; arms folded and head down.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” The man commanded.  “Don’t be fooled; I know all about you.  I know who you are, the type of life you run and it is a very, very fast life.” Petrovskii paused. “I warned you to keep away from Sasha… that was for your own good.  You didn’t listen.  Now you’re pursuing my other daughter.”  Alex strolled to the corner of the room when the words other daughter came out of his mouth. The man continued. “What sick game is that?”

“Mr. Petrovskii, I’m not playing any games.”

“Then what do you call it?”

“I like Alex a lot.  She’s a wonderful person.”

“Yes she is and a little too trusting.” He added whilst looking at her.  “I don’t want her to get hurt again.”

Alex was stunned by his last remark, so much that with tears in her eyes, she walked across the room and disappeared into the kitchen area.  It was more than obvious to Michael that something was amiss.

“Sir, I have no intentions of hurting Alex.  We’re both at an understanding that-”

Petrovskii shook his head.  He did not want to hear what Michael had to say. “I understand when it comes to Sasha; knowing what I think of you, it’s sad to say that the both of you are practically the same.  But Alex… Alex is worth more than this, she is worth more than you.  You don’t deserve being in the same room with her.  Stop this game.”

“I am not leading her on.  In fact we came to an agreement to just take things at it comes, we both know not to expect anything.”

“Really now?  Was that your idea or hers?  I believe it was yours.” The man eagerly said.  Michael could not respond. “You studied psychology as part of your studies – yes?  And you passed with flying colors.  Do not insult my intelligence, and certainly do not insult Alexandria’s.”

Alex suddenly came storming back into the room, “Papa, please stop this!  Stop it now.  I’m not stupid.”  She had tears streaming down her face. “I’m a grown woman.  I’m not stupid.”

The man walked to his daughter and cupped her face with both hands and kissed her on the forehead. “No my dear daughter Alexandria, you’re not stupid, but you are a fool for love.  Don’t let it be your downfall.”

Alex looked at him with sorrowful eyes.  He gently laid his right hand on her shoulder then slowly made his way to the door without even a glance at Michael.  The man exited the room.  All was quiet for a couple of seconds.  DiNozzo laid the flowers on a small table beside him and came to her.  Not saying a word, he then hugged her.  She accepted of course.

“How long was he here before I showed up?”

“About thirty five minutes.”

Michael sighed and kissed her cheek. “He’s your father; you should expect that type of talk from him.  I’m the first to admit that I haven’t lived a tamed life; there are some things I’ve done, I rather let it go unsaid, but believe me when I say that I’ll never hurt you.  I won’t, I promise,”

Still in his arms, she said. “He thinks you will.  He said that he’ll give it another month.”

“He said that?”

“He even reassured me by bringing this.” She stretched over the sofa, flipped open a magazine and handed it to him.

Michael glanced at her before looking down at it.  The top half of the page was a picture of he and Sasha in a passionate, almost stifling embrace, kissing in front the Four Seasons Hotel.  His right hand was firmly gripping her butt and the other clawing at her back.  The below half was of him locking lips with Alex.  They were at some dinner function.  She was seated at her table and he had gotten off his seat, bent over and was kissing her hard.  Michael raised his brows.  He heading of the article read THE REAL PETROVSKII KING.  And beside that heading was a 4x4 photo of their father with a red X printed across his face.

“Shit,” He said to himself, “I can see why he’s pissed.”  He kept looking at the article. “Alex, this photo of Sasha and I, this isn’t recent.  This was taken more than a year ago.”

“Are you saying that you don’t remember?”

“Yes, I do.” He softly said still scanning the page. “In fact, I remember everything leading to that night, and the reality that was waiting for me the next morning.”

“She certainly made an impression,”

Michael broke out of his trance. He flung the magazine back on the sofa. “No, I didn’t mean….  I wasn’t talking about Sasha.” A vision of Anna’s face that morning flashed in his mind. “Look, as I said, that photo was not recent.”

“But you’re not denying that you hooked up with her when this campaign began – right?  You two rekindled,”

“All this was before I met you.  I really do like you, Alex.  I won’t do, or even try anything to tamper with what we have.”

“And what exactly do we have, Michael?  I mean, we do get along great.  You’re a fantastic person, fun to be around, but how would you explain what we have?  You are a very, very good-looking man.  You have all these women…” She passed her right hand through her hair in frustration.

It was all quiet for ten seconds.  He spoke, “I’m not trying to hurt you, Alex.  Your father makes it seem like some sort of plot, a game as he put it.  I genuinely like you.”

“But he’s right.  This can’t continue.  It’s just too… messy.”

“Who cares what people think?”  He then sighed and calmed down a bit. “Alex, I’ve always been straight with you.  These tabloids… they’re just lies.”

She shook her head in disbelief while he spoke to her.

He grew a bit irate. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me the truth!” She quickly yelled. “Tell me the truth about you and Sasha!  Are you still involved with her?”

Michael analyzed her facial expression. She was extremely upset. “Is that what’s been eating at you?  It’s not really what your dad said about my habits, but my involvement with Sasha?”  Michael did not get a verbal response from her.  Her eyes stayed fixed with his, awaiting some kind of answer. “Sasha and I…. do not have much of a history.”

“Tell me everything.”

DiNozzo thought he heard wrong, but the hard, stern look on her face showed that she was serious.  Michael felt a bit uneasy as he passed his left hand over his face and let out a deep exhale.  Look of concern crept over his face by what he was about to say. “Well… we met at a club.  A couple of close friends and I had graduated that day so we decided to celebrate. I met Sasha at a club.  We… we spent the night together.  The next morning she was gone.  I didn’t know who she was.  I never saw her again until the campaign.”

“Let me guess; and that’s the sole reason you agreed to do it, that’s the reason you chose to do the ads,”

Michael took a couple of steps closer to her. “I am not having sex with Sasha.  Is that what you want to hear?”

“No!” She shouted, “I want the truth!”

“Dammit Alex, it is the truth!” He equally shouted.  Michael paused a moment; she had hit a nerve. He placed his hands akimbo for a second, collected his thoughts and looked back at her. “I don’t like arguing, really I don’t.  I like what we have here.  I won’t jeopardize that.”

She continued, “I don’t like complications, especially for something like this.  Just tell me right now if we’re wasting our time.”

Michael approached her and tried calming her down.  He slowly wiped away her tears. “Alex, listen; we have something here.  Why don’t you just give it a chance?  Have I done anything to let you think that I’m not interested?  I love what we have.  Don’t let what your father said get to you.  I won’t hurt you.  Believe me.  He’s just overprotective.”

He hugged her again and she accepted. She had this concerned look. “He is overprotective, but the scary thing about all this is that he’s never wrong.”

That night, Michael laid beside her under the sheets staring at her as she slept. He was on his side with his hand left hand supporting his head.  It was more than obvious he was in deep thought.

The following morning she was standing in her living room sorting through her mail.  He walked out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around him and another around his neck. He was still a bit wet and his hair still damp.  He sat on the arm of the chair. “I have a business meeting in thirty, and then a shoot at the studio.  Why don’t you swing by and then we have lunch together?”

She sighed, “Um…”

“Or I pick you up, whatever works for you,”

Alex was still buried in her mail. “Lunch sounds good.  I’ll call you to let you know when I get off,”

“Fine,”

She laid the mail on the couch and stood.  Michael stood also, held her hand and pulled her closer.  “Listen, I don’t want you to worry your head about what your father said yesterday.  I’m not here to hurt you.  You do believe me, don’t you?”

Alex smiled a little and nodded.

He stared into her eyes. “Look, um…”

“What is it?” She softly inquired.

“There’s something I was meaning to ask.”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know if I should even bring this up,”

“Well it’s obviously bugging you, so ask me. I’m willing to answer.”

Michael was still hesitant but went ahead anyway. “You father; what did he mean when he said that he doesn’t want you to get hurt again?”

Alex’s expression turned cold.  She slowly pulled her hands out of his grasp.  The look of discomfort and anguish overcame her persona. “I have to go now.  You will see yourself out.” Was all she said as she grabbed her bag and exited the apartment.

Michael was left standing there alone wondering.


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