The Bet With The Players by C. Joyce (read my book TXT) 📕

As the song ended Luke's feeling hasn't stop yet. "Luke. The song ended...you can remove your hands now."

He growled, "Maybe, I don't want to Little Queen."
No, his hands...are going way-way to low right now.

"Luke, get your hands off!" I shouted and tried to wiggle out of his arms. No help what's so over, it just made his grip on me tighter.

"I said no, Little Queen!"

There was something that pushed Luke off of me. Thank goodness, that scene was too weird for me. "You motherfucker! She said to get your fucking hands off of her! What are ya, deaf?!" Dylan, great, he saved me.

Luke laid on the ground and death glare at Dylan. "Maybe she wanted my hands on her, Douche!"

"What the fucks wrong with you?! Sea said NO, 'No' means NO!" Dylan bark while taking a pound at Luke.

"Dylan! Stop punching him!" I shouted and racing to Luke's side. "Ju-just stop."

He began to cough up blood, "It's fine, Little Queen. I got to go anyways." Luke said before walking away to leave.

"Luke!"

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"What's up sexy thang." AGH. Not another ass trying to hit on me.

"Get the hell away from me!"

"Oooh..." The jerk said, "A feisty one, I like it."

I tried to mock his same tone, "Oooh, a annoying dick hole - I hate it."

The dick hole put his arm around my shoulders. "Now baby, don't be that way."

"Why don't you leave her alone?" Once again my shiny knight in armor had to help me again. I'm not weak, I think I could deal with my own problems.

"I don't want to, you nosy asshole. Besides, she has one fine ass. I should say." BLAM! Dylan started to attack him, they're both on the ground throwing punches. Not again...why does this always happen to me?!

Blood was instantly on the wood floor. "Dylan! That's enough!" I grabbed on his Dylan and forcing him away from the pervert.

"Let's go home." Dylan sighed from tiredness, I feel sorry for him. Sorry, that I hate being bossed around.

"Hey Dylan, ever heard the saying 'Always listen to your parents?'."

"Yeah..."

"Well," I started to him, "you're not my mommy or daddy. So, I don't feel like listening to you."

"Sea..." The voice was sad and full of worries, I turned to see Reiley standing there. She looked like a puppy that was force outside of house. "Drew's not answering his phone, I'm worried."

So what if he's not answering his phone? He never answers his phone! "So...?"

Her dark brown eyes were gloom, "He always answers his phone for me, even if we had a big fight. He left at 8 and it's already 12, helping with the decorations ended at 9 P.M."

I patted on her back. "No worries Reiley, he'll come back."

"Wha-What if something happened to him? Wh-what if someone hurt or maybe...killed him?"

"Dylan~" AGH, my head hurts want to sleep more though. I rolled to the other side and hugged on the soft pillow...Wait, pillow?


"Morning, drool face." Oh, great, the cocky voice...but the voice doesn't sound like Dylan at all. Instead, laid on the other side of the bed was a little kid. In fact, the kid looked like Dylan with brighter blonde hair but the same blue eyes. Besides the fact, he was cute just like Dylan.

There was a pound on the door and it opened. Walking to my side of the bed was Dylan, he was holding a breakfast plate. "Carter. Off. The. Bed." He said like an adult, bossing around their kid.

The 'Carter' kid just whined a, "Fine..." and spring off the bed. As he got off my bed, I heard him mutter a "Cold King" at Dylan.
All of a sudden Carter's face lighten up, "Wait. She's a maid, right?"

Dylan said, "Yes, Carter." while handing the plate of food to me. Oooohh, a breakfast in bed one of my dreams. Except, that dream involves when I'm married or with a guy I like. So...this moment is perfect for me, then.

"Can we make her do a punishment, bro? Li-like make her eat worms? Or-or make her feed my bearded dragon Spikes. She has to feed Spikes butterworms, crickets, locusts, and mealworms with her bare hands?" Yup, definitely Dylan's little brother. A trouble marker's true grin showed on Carter's mouth, "I heard chicks hate worms."

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa where the hell does a - "What how old are you?"

Carter just smirk a player's smirk, "6 and going on 7, babe."
Okay...how the hell does a 6 year old learn all of these?!

"Carter, leave, me and Sea need to talk. ALONE."

"Chill, bro." Carter said coolly, putting his hands in a surrender. "If you guys want alone time. I understand you don't want say...what does James and the rest of the guys call this? A three way, I'm cool with it." Dylan's little brother made air quotes at 'Alone time'...oh gosh.

Dylan shouted "CARTER! OUT!" With that Carter left us alone and Dylan sighed in annoyance.

"Cute little brother, he looks and reminds me of you." I said.

"Thanks..." Dylan said sarcastically, "Wait...did you just me 'Cute'?" Oh boy, there goes Dylan's signature smile.

"No..." My words sounded as if they were half lies. "I called Carter cute, not you."

Dylan grew a step closer to me. "But, you called him cute AND you said he looks and reminds you of me."

"Your point?"

He got closer to the bed and was sitting on the edge. "Sea, babe, you just called me cute." Darn...my stupid mouth! "Carter told me you been calling my name in your sleep. You miss me Sea?" Dylan was getting really close to me...please don't let this be an accident like with Nanna. "You should had just called me, I'll come to your rescue."

"Hey, Dyl--!" On the door was James, you know I guy I met when I first started to work here. "Cous [Cousin], I told you to lock the doors if you're planning on 'doing it' with some chick. Carter's in the house, your little brother!"

"What the fuck James!" Dylan roar, "You ruined the perfect moment!"

James had a dull look on his face. "I don't give a crap about your 'moment'. Someone needs to take care of Carter while we're gone, remember? Wait - of course you don't remember! You only give a shit when it comes to your 'play toys'. Never when it's about Carter though do you know-"

"James. Shut the hell up! I remember about Carter." Dylan got off of me and his face was only on me. "That's why you're taking care of him Sea."

"What me?!"

"Yes. You. That's your punishment for sneaking off to the party and getting your butt ass drunk. Not just of taking care of Carter but also washing the dishes, laundry, cars, and add all the Halloween decorations."

Crap. What day is it anyways? "What's the date anyways...?"

James answered me, "October 31st." Oooh, Halloween, I love Halloween!

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Yup, the stairs are officially being put on my hate list. All the players left to go so some date with some girls. I dunno and frankly I don't care. I was in the kitchen just finished with the dishes. While Carter was in the lounge watching Power Rangers. I remember that show!

"So..." I started to question Carter, "What'ca wanna do today, kiddo?"

I got a cold answer of "Nothing." Wow, what a cold and frozen child.
My mouth kept on rambling random activities 6 year old boys like to do. And I still got the same "Nothing."

"How about getting you a costume for Halloween?" I asked him, come'on kids love Halloween!

"I said No! I hate Halloween and I also hate you!" Ouch..."Why don't you shut your trap and let me watch?! I don't care! I don't care. I don't care..." Carter's voice soften as he tried to hold back tears. "Just leave, you don't care about me. No one does, not Dylan, not Tyler, nor mom or dad."

The poor kid...his family does care about him. "Don't say that. They do care about you Carter - they...just don't know how to show it."

"They don't." He gloomy, "My stinking family only cares about money. Mom and dad just love being rich. While Dylan and Tyler loves 'hot' girls. Me though? I only want my family closer and not a separated group of people..."

I sat down to his height and hugged him. "Come'on Carter, don't think like that."

"I hate Halloween and I really hate Christmas. Humbug!" Carter grouch like an old and grumpy man. "In preschool, all my friends thought what I got for Christmas was awesome. All the time for that stupid holiday, I got the most expensive and wanted toy." Tears in liters of three spilled out of his eyes. He quickly tried to wipe them with his small hands. "Toys like cars, helicopters, a flying carousel, and even a tricycle that cost over $3,000. I gave them all away to the hopeless kids in the orphan home. I even gave away a priceless silk teddy bear for a little girl at the orphan home."

"Why?"

"Because - why kept something when it's worthless to you? Those Christmas gifts were never from my parents. They hired old geezers to Christmas shop for me. PFT. My own parents can't give a second away from their money, just to get a Christmas gift for their own kid. We never celebrated a single holiday as a family.... How pathetic. It's like the world revolves around on money."

I muttered a "Tell me about it, kiddo. Why do you think I'm putting up with your brother for this job?"

Carter's blue eyes soften, "Why?"

"College money...My family's too dead with home debts and sooner-or-later my older sisters's college funds."

"Just quit, you'll get a better job than this dump." Carter murmur enough for me to hear. "I can't even stand that jerk. He only cares about girls and money...Dylan didn't used to be like that, actually."

I laughed, "I don't believe you on the Dylan part. Dylan is Dylan either way." Dylan's Dylan alright. "In fact, he's not that bad."

"Cause he cares about you..." Carter's voice was so low that I couldn't hear him.

"What did you say?"

He stutter a instant, "N-Nothing!"

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