chapter nine | wicked games

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EVEN THOUGH ALI HAD PRETTY MUCH SPRINTED OUT OF JORDANS APARTMENT THAT SUNDAY MORNING (TALK ABOUT THE ULTIMATE SUNDAY SCARIES), SHE'D STARTED TO SEE HIM A LITTLE DIFFERENTLY. Like, how highly are you meant to think of a professional athlete's that's picked you up at a club (or any man, for that matter, that takes random women home from the club)? It's not exactly a green flag. Her philosophy was always to find fun at the club, not love. Which is ultimately why she'd decided to keep Riki at arms distance at all times. And besides, she was nowhere near ready for a relationship again (the thought of a man having that much power of her again makes her shudder violently).

That's not to say, though, that their. . . friendship hadn't begun to blossom. She less often found herself outright ignoring his messages or invites to things. In the last two weeks, they'd seen quite a lot of each other (as had their followers). They'd basically gone on a world tour of Brisbane. From the dinosaur museum to the fake beach—what hadn't they posed together at?

Ali was sitting on his couch, Macbook on her lap when the idea came to her. "What if we just make a day of stock-piling photos we can post."

Jordan, who had been religiously scrolling Tiktok looked up at her skeptically. "Why would we do that?"

"Well, then we don't have to constantly worry about taking new photos and if we're too busy to see each other we can just fake it," she explained, closing the lid of her computer and jumping to her feet.

And so that's where they were at. Ali had come to his with a bag filled with a bunch of different outfits—from pyjamas to gym wear, swear and even a few fancy dresses. You would be surprised how many situations you can fake inside an apartment.

"Turn around," she ordered, pulling a matching dainty pyjama set out of her bag. It was white silk with lace detailing on the hems. The bottoms barely covered even half her ass and the top left little room for the imagination.

Rolling his eyes and sighing theatrically, he obliged. "How many more outfit changes do you need, bloody hell," he remarked, his accent bleeding through his words thickly as he stared at the wall.

"Take off your shorts," she said and he almost turned back to look at her in shock.

Instead, he made a joke. "At least take me out to dinner first. . ." But, he did as he was told and slipped his black shorts off leaving him in just his grey boxers.

Ali averted her eyes to the ceiling fan before telling him he could look now. He couldn't help but look her up and down (multiple times). He tried to take in every curve and crease as quickly as he could—knowing this was a rare occasion.

Still not looking at him, she moved her tripod to the end of the bed. He watched as she fiddled with the settings before looking over at him expectantly. "Lay down."

She didn't have to ask him twice. He dived into his pillows face first before rolling onto his back and grinning at her. "This feels like the start of a porno," he joked, laughing heartily at his own joke.

Ali choked before glaring at him. "As if I'd make one with you," she replied sarcastically and it made his grin widen. His hands went behind his head and he spread his legs out as he watched her. He decided she could say whatever she wanted to him if she was dressed like that.

After what'd felt like an eon, she finally crawled onto the bed next to him. She left a substantial gap between them as she pulled her phone out and started swiping through Pinterest. "Okay, this is where I want your hand to be," she explained, showing him a picture of a couple laying in bed together and zooming in.

He nodded, staring intently at the photo. He tried not to let his excitement show as she slowly climbed on top of him (this felt familiar). Her knees found either side of his hips—though she kept a gap between the rest of her and his body. "You see," he remarked. "The people in the photo were actually touching."

She rolled her eyes and lowered herself onto him properly. Instinctively, he hands found her waist before he quickly caught himself and removed them. Ali breathed in deeply before lowering her head into the crook of his neck.

No one spoke for a moment. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.

"Do I have to position your hands myself?" She said finally and he sprung to action. His hands found the outer curves of her ass and she gasped as he squeezed—that was not apart of her instructions. She could feel him vibrating as he tried to hold back a laugh so she decided two could play at that game. Without warning she arched her hips downwards and squeezed her thighs around his hips. It was her turn to hold back a laugh as he let out a low groan and his grip on her faltered before tightening even more. Ali had to bite her lip to prevent any sort of verbal reaction.

She felt him readjust under her before he asked, "people go to all this effort for their Instagrams?"

"Do you really think any of those candid couple photos were actually candid?" She replied, clicking the remote of the camera a few times before getting up to check her work. She looked up to see him pulling the blanket over his legs. "What're you doing?"

"I was getting cold," he said unconvincingly. There's no way in hell he was going to admit the real reason.

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BADDIES WITH BIG BOOBIES!

SILVIA O'DAIR • 6:45PM
Wait so remind me again why
This man isn't your "real bf"

ALIANNA GREER • 6:47PM
he's just not
i don't want a boyfriend
plus he's lowkey a red flag

SILVIA O'DAIR • 6:48PM
I think u mean maroon

MIRA TIO • 6:48PM
he's like super sweet to u tho

SILVIA O'DAIR • 6:48PM
I think he genuinely likes u

ALIANNA GREER • 6:50PM
i think he's the type of guy
to like any woman that breathes
in his direction lmao

MIRA TIO • 6:51PM
omg don't slut shame him

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☀️ KK SPEAKS!
     sorry about the lull in updates. i've rewritten this about twenty times & im still not entirely happy with it but it's somewhat (ish) important for later in the story. i'm trying to make the parts longer & have more going on.

     thank you for almost 700 views in the first day / 70 votes! that's actually crazy. is it annoying if i set a goal for 1k views / 100 votes by the next part? the support i've recieved from the nrl community has been so heartwarming. like, genuinely thank you guys so much for hyping me up ! xxx

i'm working on pre-writing a few parts / creating an actual update schedule.