Chapter 29

Breathtaking Beauty

Davidson's pov

I should feel proud and happy.

Yes I am feeling very proud of her now. But why is that nagging feeling troubling me? Why am I not feeling elated about her behaviour?

She is answering him, talking to him and is smiling on his jokes.

Hell man! She even shook hands with Peter. A major turnover of the events and I should be glad, I am. But still...

"David you are not going to practice that two point line turning into three point basket? You have seen enough videos sent by Liza." She said smiling her broad smile at me.

"Yeah sure I am going" I answered absentminded

"You okay?" She asked concerned.

Ye... Yes..." I stuttered "whatever" and walked away nodding my head.

"David what happened? You seem upset?" She asked staring into my eyes.

She's been doing this often. She keeps on staring in my eyes and then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath followed by her smile. God knows what she tries to see in them.

What do I answer her now? Tell her damn I wasn't happy that she was enjoying with bloody.....

I composed my thoughts to myself giving her blank expression.

"David you have been on Liza's end of the nerves to get those videos and now I Know you pretty well that if you do not practice you won't be able to perform well." She patted on my shoulders.

And that pat, that touch was I needed to get back to normal.

"You are right Sweetie" she cringed at my pet name but tried to stay indifferent "I need to practice" I gave my flirty smirk and walked away leaving her speechless.

-------

I have been attending all my parties after I reached Vegas as forced by our coach as it held huge promises for my entries in the Olympic probable and therefore Shyna forced me to attend them and I forced her to accompany me in them.

But last party was major turnover when this girl Genelia, niece of one the sponsor was giving me tough time.

She was introduced to me on one of the parties during our second or third victory, since then She is been trying her luck with me.

With make up like plastic surgery done on her skin and hair blonde like artificial wig of a Barbie doll and dressings like that of lady Gaga, she wasn't my type but still I was courteous and polite with her.

She misunderstood it to my fascination towards her and now she was getting desperate every passing day. This party she even dared to squeeze my butts and then winked at me.

Who does that??? Uggghhhh.. Not my girl at least.

"Sorry I have a girlfriend." I said politely. I thought that's the only way I could escape her.

It's okay she isn't here though and I do not mind" Genelia said inserting her hands in the pocket of my trousers digging in a bit further.

I stopped her pulling them out "Please I am not interested."

She pouted saying "I am. One night would do no harm" and added "maybe you'd change your mind after that."

"NO, I have sweetest girlfriend of the world" I lied and said "so sorry. I need not change minds."

I excused her to get drinks from the bar, the only way I could avoid her.

I gave a deep sighing breath as I reached the bar gulping whole bottle of mineral water in one go.

"Some body is already thirsty." Shyna remarked referring to the little scene I had with Genelia.

"God! She is a sex maniac." I said wiping my head of the sweat forming on my forehead.

"I thought you were enjoying her pre-play games" she teased.

"You noticed." I asked shocked and was scared all of a sudden as I saw Genelia approaching us again.

"Oh shit!" Words escaped my mouth "Shyna do something."

"What?" she asked concerned about my sudden discomfort.

"Anything, any damn thing but save me from that plastic doll. I swear if I stand her for one more minute I'd throw up." I panicked again "she is coming here. Hurry up do something."

My panic now transferred to her face and she nodded her neck and then she did something out of the world.

She pulled me to the corner of the room or you can say she sprinted with me to the corner and then she brought her face closer, her glossy lips parted and her fingers curled in my hair. Her warm breaths were caressing my recently shaven cheeks.

Stirring of my heated buddy was obvious and now I was about to take the lead and finish what she had started.

I simply wanted to feel those glossy lips, I wanted to close the little distance between us and hug her tight. Then I could work on the biggest traitor- her red gown and go on till next morning.

Shit! Shit! Shit! What am I thinking? We are friends.

"Well she noticed." Shyna broke the ice pulling apart and continued "and I think she noticed us full on making out. If she has a little bit of decency, she won't bother you again."

"Yeah" was all I could answer as I hid my lustful eyes from her feeling guilty of my thoughts.

But mind it. I am not to be blamed as she is looking extra gorgeous these days wearing pretty dresses showing off the best of her curves. What do you expect? I am young and I am a guy and yes SINGLE to....!!!

"Wanna dance?" I asked when I saw her staring at my estranged behavior. I too wanted to keep my mind off from perverted thoughts for her.

I couldn't play basket ball here, my best mode of detraction. With increasing sexual tension between us these days, playing basket ball was all I did followed by a cold shower to relieve my aroused muscles.

Now I cannot go and play basketball but yes I can dance.

"Sure" she replied and then she simply rocked the dance floor. I knew that she could dance, dance pretty well.

She was danced like she was born for it. Her body would move with every changed rhythm and she graced the dance floor as she moved in her dance steps. She seems to have a natural talent in dancing

I was awed and amazed by her performance, more than that the genuine smile on her face that said that she was enjoying being there 'in the crowd, among the people' and secured in my arms.

'''''''

Shyna was back to our room after she finished her counseling session with the team for the finals

"Shyna.. I.. Umm...I"  I don't know what this hesitation was for.

"I knew it. I knew I'd screw up" she said nervous and back to her lack of confidence self, panic evident in her face as she continued "I messed up. My counseling session was a major upset. I should have studied more."

I chuckled and ruffled her pretty blond ponytail that swung around her shoulders as she moved her head in dismissal.

"What is funny? She asked angry like her old self.

"You are rambling like me." I remarked smirking at her "you look cute when you are nervous and you ramble like me." I rolled back my small laugh scared of her sudden outburst.

"I was rambling?" She asked though she already knew the answer and continued mockingly "but you were stuttering"

Then she sobered up and asked again when she saw me pouting at the cost of being humiliated by my so called friend "You worried about the match, want me to help?"

"Nay" I denied and added "you were fab and trust me we all are going to simply enjoy the thrill of the joyride final"

She gave her heart melting smile at that.

"So what else is bothering you?" She asked casually now.

I then manned up and spoke "Will you be my date for the function in the evening?"

"Me?" She sounded shocked at my proposal

"Yes you my girlfriend" I flirted.

"Hey that was only a rescue plan." She hit me playfully.

"But still you would be my date?" I asked expectantly. I wanted her to be my date. I had even ordered a gown especially for the occasion through the net.

"I thought you'd pick from the hot girls that swarm you like bees in the party. Why are you taking risks?" She said honestly "please Dave don't take any chances, it's going to be a big day and I am sure you'll win and there will be loads of people, sponsors, media, cameras and girls...." She paused taking a deep breath.

She indeed rambles when she is nervous.

"You should think again about it. I think I am not the right choice." She said after some time.

"That's the point Shyna" I dismissed her point of view "I know about the invites to the celebrities, Medias and my crazy female fans and that's exactly why I want you besides me. I cannot handle those desperate girls. You are my support system." I held her from her shoulders looking directly into her eyes. I knew there happens to be some magic when her goldens meet my grays.

She stared at me for a while with the mixed bag of emotions on her face which looked prettier with every passage of day. It felt like every time I turn around and look at her again, she turns even more beautiful.

"So be ready. You will be dating a power guard of the winning team tonight." I said confidently ignoring the strong urge of feeling those pink lips on mine that were opening and closing trying to speak something but failing miserably.

"I don't even have a dress. You are gonna make a fool out of yourself taking me." She defended again.

I handed over the box of dress that had been delivered when she was bathing and waited to see her reactions.

Her goldens dilated as they liked the dress and her thin fingers were feeling the satin as they moved over the material feeling its softness.

"Thi..s I..is for...r me..?" She asked stuttering for the first time. Somewhere I had touched her soft nerve.

I knew her mom would always dress her like Barbie.

 Did I bring her pretty memories alive?

"Yes" I replied immediately.

Her eyes turned glassy for a second and she hugged me for a slight second "thanks it's pretty"

Then she turned around hiding her face from me as she said "you reminded me of my mom."

I had innumerable set of questions framed in my mind then.

She loved her mom. She did. Then why was she avoiding her?

Does it have anything to do with her past?

Will she ever be able to see her parents normally, provide that she's changed drastically in this tour?

"David coach is calling you now to discuss match strategy." Huan called making me rush downstairs at the courts.

Shyna was also no where to be seen. The rustling noise of water from the washroom confirmed that she was in there. I made her shed tears of joy today probably she was trying to hide them from me rushing for the washroom. So I left her alone heading towards the coach.

The finals were a one sided affair as our team was fully geared with technical and mental aspects of the game.

It was a wonder and a major upset as our team was leading the first half with 45 baskets to nil.

And the final trophy was handed to Rising Sun, our team.

A huge amount of credit would go to Shyna because though it was apparent that since our team hadn't lost any matches except the first one that our team was the strongest of all. Only thing that was holding us back was 'this was only second finals for all of my team mates except me and Thomas.

So all of us were darn nervous and were fidgeting with our shorts, hands, basket ball, theraband or skipping ropes. Our captain was simply throwing and catching his favorite Nike tumbler.

Shyna brought in a new enthusiasm when she asked "What were we playing for?"

With every one having different set of answers that she did not approve of she asked another question

"Why do you go for dangerous joyrides in any amusement park?"

"For fun"

"For thrill"

"It makes me feel life"

"I love the fear associated with it and enjoy"

"Exactly " Shyna picked up confidently "so when we are playing the major finals we have same excitement, same thrill, same fear and that's what the fun part it." She paused and stared at each one of us. I broadened my shoulders feeling so proud of her that my chest would burst.

"So now it is up to you" she continued with a firm note "you wanna face it with your eyes open, scream and enjoy or stay with your eyes closed, nails bitten and stay scared of the joy ride?"

A big haaaaaaaaassssssshhhhh spread in the changing rooms of the Las Vegas where she was filling us with the mental aspects before the match.

A pin drop silence followed that excited sigh.

She grew nervous all of a sudden wondering if the verdict affected the team or not.

Our captain then went to her thanking her for her great set of words that did magic in building his confidence, team's confidence with a hand shake. Soon all the boys went to her hi-fiving her and cheered with her. She too anticipated positively.

Coach also complimented her for her amazing session.

Her eyes then turned towards me as if saying all that mattered was my view on her speech but I did not react as something much more important was running in my head.

'''''''''''''''''''''

I was fumbling with the silver grey tie that I was supposed to wear on the black tuxedo, which was a sponsor from the Louis Phill brand. They had provided for the whole team as a part of their advertising campaign.

But the thing was I was never good in wearing ties, either it turned out to be a fumbled up knot or it was either to long or to short.

Shyna was no where to be seen, my curses were partly due to the same too.

If she didn't want to join in as my date she should have denied it instantly. What was the need to hide and stress her muscles in the gym?

A pricking thought that disturbed me was 'Is she with Peter?' I saw Peter being congratulated by her after the match. I don't know why I feel bothered about her so much. Maybe because she is been through so much. I want her to be safe.

If she is at the gym I want to rush there, give her a hearing of life time for over exerting and disappearing from the courts without even congratulating me.

Yes she did not congratulate me! And it hurts.

Approaching me was bit difficult though because once I was awarded the player of the league, I was all surrounded with loads of people and flashes of cameras that she couldn't reach me.

But when I rushed towards the room expecting to get a hug which is common between us these days, she's disappeared to god knows where.

"F##k it" I remove the tie throwing it away as my mind clogged with whereabouts of Shyna wasn't helping me and was about to go out and check on her when a known feminine voice offered for help

"Do you need some help" A beautifully dressed girl barged inside the room stretching to help me.

"No thanks ma'am" I replied obviously annoyed of Shyna's little adventure escape.

I turned around to apologize politely for my tone came harsher than expected when I stood dumbstruck.

I blinked my eyes to see the lean figure dressed in red. I might have left my mouth hanging open for what I was witnessing in front of me was miraculous beauty

Hell! I had seen beautiful girls; I had also seen beautifully dressed girls. My ex Caira always dressed to perfection and would outsmart each and every one in the vicinity but the beauty that I am witnessing in front of me is beauty in an extravagance, the redefined version of beauty.

With her hair tied neatly taken behind showing her beautiful face that urges me to move my fingers on the beautiful cherry lissome cheeks, her golden orbs were like sunshine and if she closed her lashes even for a second there'll be darkness all over and the perfect curves that intensified the cut and curve of the gown might put Maralym Monroe on shame. Yet there was elegance and simplicity in that innocent smile of hers which was a rare ingredient earlier but I am the proud possessor of it as when ever she sees me nowadays that rosy lips twitch on their own making me smirk like I am doing now.

"Is it looking weird?" She asked pouting feeling nervous all of a sudden.

I couldn't help but chuckle, my badass Shyna was nervous.

That reminded me of her little fight on the first party that she attended with me knocking off the balls of one of the players.

How'd she fight in this dress?

The visualized image itself brought stiffness in the sore area under my linen pants.

Feeling embarrassed all of a sudden I turned around to hide my stiffened part but she thought indifferently.

"I am sorry. I think I overdressed, that Suzan the cheerleader who was attacked by that moron player took me with her, she is behind all this, she helped me with the heels, make up and hair and all that. I'll go and get it undone. Mean while if you change your mind want to take any body else with you. I am okay" she started rambling again. "Or I'll go and wash"

I stopped her immediately holding her wrists in my firm grip and taking in all her beauty from a close perspective.

Thank god she too stared back at my face so my position wasn't that awkward or was it getting even more awkward because now I wanted her, I wanted her badly. I simply wanted to pull her and feel her lips on mine. I wanted explore that kiss from her that her endeavoring the perfect glossy soft pink which smile to evade all your worries away.

I was closing the distance between us and she wasn't fighting me. A knead on my balls would follow anytime but she didn't.

Was she that nervous or she is trying me.

No! I cannot do this.

I cannot break her trust. As so much I want to rip that dress of hers and have her fully for myself, screw the victorious gala that we are having tonight, I cannot do this, not to her.

I cannot have $ex with her.

I control all my inner desires, the passion, temptation and the lust and kissed her on her forehead.

She released a breath that I now realized she was holding.

So she was equally affected.

She then smiled at me.

"You look beautiful" I said honestly wanting to see her all night. Even looking at the beauty all night would be the best way of spending the victorious evening but we had to go and attend the infamous gala dinner.

"You don't" she commented bringing me out of my self thoughts.

I made a fake hurt expression saying "but all my girlfriends say that I am handsome" I pouted.

She picked the tie from the floor and helped me with it. Her fingers were caressing my jaw line every now and then making it hard for me to keep my hands off her.

Tonight is really going to be hard for me.

Once she was done she pretended to inspect me top to bottom "I think your girlfriends are right, you do look handsome." And did I see that blush on her face?

I feel I might go $ex deprived and crazy with her especially when I faked my annoyance folding my hands around my chest saying "you did not wish me?"

She gave a thinking gesture and answered guiltily "Oh yes I didn't. I am sorry" and she kissed me on my cheeks murmuring a soft whispered making the hair behind my neck rise as her lips brushed my ears "Congratulations"

Shyna is changing. For good.

Being in the close proximity she then realized what her closeness was doing to me and bit her lip making me want to kiss her more.

I kept Shyna on my side throughout the party. My hand always rested on her lower back.

She did flinch initially with the camera, paparazzi, sponsors but I had learnt since few sat that pressing my back to her or squeezing her hand a bit harder with mine does a miracle and tried it.

She did answer the questions asked by others in a simple yes or no and sometimes when they went intense like "If she was my girlfriend or wanted to be?"

She answered diplomatically that "For now I guess each and every girl who is a basket ball fan would want to be Davidson's girlfriend."

We sat together, drank and even danced together.

I did notice her taking glances at me everyone and then probably she was making sure that I was there with her and did not leave her alone. Her face had been gleaming throughout the evening. She was enjoying the evening.

Surprisingly for a change it was her who invited me for a dance otherwise I have been taking the initiative. She even rested her head on my shoulders once while dancing.

I guess she was loosening up or amicably enjoying her last evening here in Las Vegas.

The evening ended with a happy note with everybody congratulating me and predicting a huge future of mine in basket ball. Even my mom and dad called up to congratulate me. My mom was super excited because a small part of mine was shown on the national television when I was taking best player's trophy.

My father's words that he was proud of me would be ringing in my ears since long.

Shyna was adjusting the collar of my shirt that I had now removed the tie frustrated of my stiffened neck since the party was almost over, paparazzi left when her phone beeped.

She held my hand tightly while talking but when she couldn't hear the conversation she opted to move out of the huge hall to conversation with the person at the opposite end.

I followed her when I felt that she was taking more time than expected.

After I moved out of the hall, I scanned the huge lobby to look for her but she was no where to be seen.

She and her disappearance were now getting on my nerves but I was too elated to spoil my mood.

When I was about to dial her number I noticed her sitting on her feet at the stairs, her both her hands on her face and she was curled into a ball...

What happened?

Whose call was it...?

A/N:

Early update!!!!

Shall I expect huge number of votes???

So Shyna's past has come haunting back to her!

Whose call was it?

Will Davidson be able to maintain the smile that he'd gifted her in his company?

What willhappen when they go separate routes back home?

Shyna loves Davidson. Is it only a one sided love dying in the small tour itself?

Please guide and express your views in the comment box below.

The mystery/thriller version of the book is coming......

Okay now to my other book "Road To Success" which is a short story and a non fiction one. It is ranked #15 in the Hotness section of Non-fiction category for a week.

Thanks to all who have supported.

Others can simply give it a try and VOTE to support it in the Wattpad.Prize category.

It will mean the world to me.

It is a story of how an unsuccessful mother determines to change the destiny of her daughter.

Link: : http://www.wattpad.com/28770365-road-to-success