Page 37 of Our Final Game

“Don’t really have anything to tell.”

“Oh, right, cause you’re literally Mr. Perfect,” I scoff.

“I’m not.”

“Okay. So tell me something.”

“I don’t know. I guess my dad kinda sucks,” Tyson says, his voice low and unsteady. I don’t think I was expecting that. I mean, he never really talks about his family even in interviews, but I just assumed maybe he wanted to keep shit private.

“How?” I press.

“He wants me to take over the family business.”

“Ah, and let me guess … You don’t wanna do that? Poor rich kid wants to go out and live his real dreams?” I roll my eyes.

“The poor rich kid who just made you cum?”

“Tyson! Shut up about that!” I say, trying to elbow him, but he catches it.

“Alright, so stop being a little jerk when you’re the one who asked for me to tell you something.”

“Okay. And then what? What do you really want to do?”

“I want to work in gaming. Not like what we do now competitively. I want to work behind the scenes. Engineering the games.”

“Oh yeah?” I say, trying not to sound too interested.

“Yeah, so I pretty much had to beg my dad to let me work at my uncle’s company. I had to go through the same hiring process as everyone else, but … I got it. My dad wasn’t so happy about that. Said I could do it as experience but … yeah. Eventually, I want to start my own company though.”

His uncle owns a gaming company, and his family is basically rich. So, why did he need to come into Seeker and take my fucking spot?

Of course he has it all.

“Which … company is it?” I breathe out.

“That my uncle owns? Riserr. Do you know it?”

“Obviously,” I bite out.

The silence between us thickens, and I’m so glad Tyson can’t see the face I’m probably making. My blood feels hot and not in the sexy way like just a few moments ago before he ruined it.

“I was only asking about your degree because maybe I could help you get in. I think you’d do well. You’re so…”

“I’m fine where I am.”

I almost want to take the pillow from under our heads and smother him with it, but that wouldn’t be so good, would it? So instead I try to act like he didn’t just say that shit to me and snap my eyes shut. Sleep needs to come sooner so I can get closer to getting the fuck out of here.

Away from him.

“You’re so prideful, you know that?” he keeps going.

“And you’re not?!” I snap back, finally turning over to face him, and he’s just wearing that stupid expression. Bored and indifferent like he couldn’t care less.

“I am, but I know when to ask for help at least.”

“I don’t need your fucking help, Ty,” I grit out.

“Fine. I don’t know why even fucking try with you,” Tyson says before turning away from me. Which makes me even hotter, and I definitely envision smothering him for sure.