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“You’re talking mostly about you, the men.”
“Obviously. He didn’t want you to fail too soon. Because there is no game without you.”
I slump in my seat.
“Okay… Tell me more.”
If only he knew how much time and brainpower I’d spent trying to figure out these things. The strategy behind the game and their particular tactics.
They all have them––it’s so clear to me now.
“I’m sure you’ve figured out a lot of this stuff…” he says.
“Some, yes. But not everything. What was the other thing?”
“The second thing has to do with the integrity of the game. By creating a permissive environment, he’s offered equal chances to all players and eliminated the possibility of being kicked out because of indiscretions. One can fuck it up, catch feelings, and off they go, but the other players stay in the game. Plus, it’s harder for you to fall for one of us if we all spent time with you separately.”
It’s not like it hasn’t crossed my mind, but hearing him say that affects me.
I become rigid in my seat as my mind goes back to Kai’s masterful plan. He thought about everything. He offered us a frame for everything, and yet we all like to color outside the lines.
No matter how good he is and how well he knows the intricacies of human nature, we are unpredictable.
Emotions can’t be confined, played with, or betted on.
He offered me a sample of that unpredictability this very morning. He went outside his own layout.
He spent time with me alone? Yes.
He fucked me for pure pleasure? Yes, he did.
He felt vengeful and possibly hurt? Yes, he did.
I couldn’t tell why.
I could only suspect why.
But I couldn’t pin it on feelings as in romantic feelings. So he was in the clear. The way he disconnected from me and left me in the room only cemented that impression.
Not only that he didn’t show any feelings, but he killed any emotions I could have for him.
So yes, feelings are inevitable, but he, like the brilliant man he is, has built so many traps for all of us, himself included, so the game never collapses.
Not too soon, anyway.
He doesn’t want this to end. Not with me throwing in the towel. And not with them getting too hot for me too soon.
We just need to deal with our feelings on our own.
And we’ve all already done it. He’s done it. Francisco’s done it. Alejandro’s doing it. And I’m doing it as well, although my position is unique.
I just keep my mouth shut and do stupid shit whenever I feel like it. Because I can, and I need to vent and let it all out.
Their best option is to play with me. While my best strategy is to roll with things. And once in a while put little bandaids on my heart.
Minutes later, we enter a luxury shopping area, and soon we find a parking spot.
“What’s here?” I ask, genuinely surprised, checking the beautiful shops and palm trees.
