As days turns to weeks, I notice I’ve been spending less time with Tony out of work. Normally, Tony and I would spend the weekends together after his gym session on Saturday morning. However, whenever I ask lately, it seems this David guy is always two seconds ahead of me and is always finding things to ask of Tony. The last weekend it was helping him unpack his things into his new apartment, this weekend is to help him buy some things out of town. Don’t get me wrong, am happy that Tony has a friend besides me and our colleagues here at the company but I miss spending time with him.

I hear my phone vibrate next to me and see a message from Tony. It’s Friday evening and everyone has already left to go home. I open the message excitedly and read it.

“Hey my sister has a basketball match tomorrow. If you are not busy, maybe Kaylah and you could come and watch it with me?” I pack up my stuff and go back home. Finally a date with Tony, I couldn’t be more happier.

The next day , Kaylah comes to my place and we leave for the venue Tony sent me.

We get there quite fast since it’s not that far from my house. I spot Tony immediately next to some empty benches and hurry up to greet him followed closely by Kaylah.

Tony’s face lit up with a smile as soon as he sees me. He approaches and gives me a quick hug. My heart does a quick jump at that but I keep my face neutral. “Hey guys, so glad you made it! I saved you the best front seats to the game! Give me a sec, let me take some things to my sister. You can just settle down and I’ll join you soon” We sit down and watch him leave. He has a white vest and green shorts which makes his legs look even longer. He has his hair tied loosely but a few strands have managed to escape on the sides of his head which makes him even more hot if that's even possible.

“Need a bucket for all that drool?” Kaylah asks besides me and I distract myself. Tony comes back and we all sit down to watch the game. Halfway into the game, I realize Christine is quite good, it’s a shame she plays for fun and not professionally. She is quite fast and shoots the ball into the net every time. Everyone seated is smitten by her performance. I turn to Kaylah to see if we share the same views and find her completely mesmerized. “Need a bucket for all that drool?” She smacks my head and we all burst out laughing.

Kaylah’s Pov

I always believed love and feelings were for suss and weak people and swore never to fall for such atrocities. However, staring right at Christine walking towards us, am tempted to eat my words. Carrying a duffle bag on one shoulder, and the other hand in the pockets she turns all eyes on her whenever she walks. She has changed into sweat pants and a sports bra on top, showing off her well crafted abs to anyone watching her. Her blue hair being blown by the wind makes her even more sexier. She has this aura of confidence and a smirk on her face as if she knows the power she has on people. I swallow hard and try to fight her charms mentally.

She joins us and wraps one arm around my shoulder. I look up to her but she is looking at her brother. She smells nice even though she has been playing for hours in the scorching sun.

“Where’s my money? I won the match fair and square, hence won the bet. I told you I’d sweep the floor with them bro, now cough it up”. Tony scoffs and shoves a 20 euro bill in her hand. He comes and removes her arm which I was enjoying having around me. “one- stop harassing Kaylah, she is not your support pole and two- I was too bored to watch you play I practically fell asleep!” He retorts to which she just sticks out her tongue at him. She then looks down at me and at my lips before saying , “but I don’t think my ‘support pole’ was complaining, right?” She waits to see my reaction. I look at her and decides to respond to her challenge.

“You were kind of heavy and now I have a sore shoulder thanks to you” I say and look away quickly. She looks at me surprised with a grin on her face that am not sure what it means but enough to make me feel as though she is undressing me off my clothes. I have to keep some distance between us, I can’t break my rules after all these years. No strings attached has been my rule ever since I started dating.

I don’t do commitments. I have three rules- never sleep with the same person more than three times, cut them off when they start getting attached and let them know what they are getting at before we start anything. I’ve had countless of sex partners both men and women, I consider myself bisexual though I don’t like to label myself. Standing close to Christine is bad for me, I need to put up a wall between us or I’ll be fucked up.