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Loving You Is A Losing Game Episode 7

Loving You Is A Losing Game Episode 7

(Loving you was never my intention but it became my addiction)




“Was it happenstance or destiny? …that led you by the hand to me…?”



Imelda stood akimbo in front of D.S HOTEL. She looks up to the giant building and release a sigh.

“I'm back here again” She mumbles to herself before sashaying inside.

“Do I have some kind of Fate with this hotel or what?”She asked herself remembering the last time she came to work and almost bumped into Miguel.

She heave another sigh.

“Imelda!” She heard her name and looks back to see Alfr Ied walking up to her.

She smiles.

“Hi” She greeted shyly tucking her hair behind her hair.

“You made it” He smiled back and she nodded.

“Let's go..this way” He gestures and together they walk to the restaurant in the hotel.

Imelda wouldn't stop gaping at the beautiful and extravagant building.

The place was elegant and reserved.

They took their sit.

“But why did you wanna meet here?” She quizzed .

“I wanted to have a quick date with you before before going to the party.” He replied in a cool manner making Imelda's cheek turn Rosy red.

The chef came over and Alfred did the ordering.


“I hope to hear from you soon Mr Patrick” Hardin faked a smile as he took the supposed Mr Patrick's hand in his in a handshake.

“Sure Mr Morrison… Thanks for the meal…next time it's my treat” Mr Patrick replied and Hardin smile as their hands separate.

“Have a safe trip back”Hardin make a slight bow as Mr Patrick nodded and leave with smile plastered all over his face.

“Gross…”Hardin mutter as he wipe his hands with an handkerchief.

“What's my next appointment?” He asked Emma with a straight face.

“You have a golf meeting by 2:30 a forum to attend by 3:15. You also have a lunch meeting with paradise resort by 4 and Miss Katie also will be waiting for you at her Vila by 7” Emma replied.

“Eish…that damned woman” He cussed.

“You have to see her today sir…she was quite displeased you didn't show up at her birthday party and almost call off the contract…” Emma says but Hardin's mind wasn't on that. His eyes scrutinized the people at the restaurant. He heard some giggles and looks towards the direction only to find Imelda grinning ear to ear with a particular guy he can only see his behind.

What the f**k is she doing here? He thought.

“Cancel it”


“Cancel them all…I just got a new appointment” He ordered.

“Sir we can just_”

“You can't do it?” He gave him a death glare.

“No sir…I will…I..”

“Go to the company without me…and don't wait up..I'm gonna crash at the party later” He said and started leaving not waiting to hear Emma's response.

“That annoying d**k…I hope he falls and lose all his stupid teeth” Emma gritted and just then Hardin stumbled almost falling.

“Oh my…”Emma covered his mouth rushing out of there Immediately.

Hardin regained his composure and clear his throat.

“That was close…” He mutters, straighten up his suit then walk majestically to where Imelda is seated.

Due to the laugh Imelda was having, the soup soiled her lips. Alfred smiles at her clumsiness. He took a napkin to clean it but on about doing that, Hardin appeared out of nowhere holding his hand.

Alfred looks up to him both in surprised and a little pinch of anger. Hardin collected the napkin from him then move to Imelda cleaning her lips slowly.

She became thunderstruck.

What the hell is he doing?

Hardin smiles at her and she raised her brows questionably at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked with her eyes.

“What do you think?” He smirk.

“Dada…why are you always clumsy with food? I told you I can't always be there for you to be your napkin”

Imelda slap his hand away.

“What are you doing?'” Alfred asked before she could get a chance to.

“Why are you eating out with a guy?” He asked ignoring Alfred's question.

“Whoever I eat with is non of your concern” Imelda gritted.

“Are you really gonna be like this? Just because of a little fight now you're already going on a date behind me? You know fully well I hate seeing you with other guys. Do you really wanna see me go bananas?”

“Are you being serious right now? I have nothing to do with you” Imelda gave him a hard glare.

“Can someone tell me what's going on here please?” Alfred interrupted.

“Oh Alfred it's nothing_” Imelda was saying.

“It is something” Hardin interrupted. Imelda turns to him.

“I'm busy can you please get lost?” She gritted whilst Hardin surprised her by cupping her cheeks making her lips pucker.

“Dada… forgive me now already uh? I already said I'm sorry” he pouted making Alfred scoff.

“Let go”Imelda warned but he only smile at her.

“I've heard so let go already” She gave in and Hardin let her go.

“You follow me… just a moment Alfred” She said and drag Hardin a little far from the table.

“What the heck are you doing?”She whispered asked.

“What do you think? Ruining your date of course” He replied proudly.

“Are you nuts..why would you do that?”

“Why do you think? Cause you have no right to meet other guys except me” He replied proudly again making Imelda scoffs.

“Who do you think you are?”

“Who do you think? Your boyfriend of course…well fake to be precise”

“You're nuts”

“Excuse…” Alfred interrupted already behind them.

“Oh… Alfred…I…um…” Hardin put his arms around Imelda's shoulder.

“What's going on between you two?”Alfred asked his expression changed now.

“It is as you see…I'm sorry you had to go through the stress of being a rebound for a while…my dada can be a little dramatic sometimes”

“Are you saying you are together?”

“No…we are_”

“What to do…I don't think your plan can work out tonight” Hardin interrupted.

“I thought you weren't interested”

“Well turned out like this bro…see ya later” he made to leave but Alfred stop him.

“You can't just do this”

“Don't be pathetic dude… you failed.. don't pour out your frustrations on me” he faced Imelda who just watch them.

“Let's go babe” He smiles at her.

“BABE!” Her eyes widened as he literally drag her out of there.


“What the hell was that drama for! You ruined my f**king date?!!”Imelda creased her brow staring sternly at Hardin as he drag her along the parking lot.

He stopped and face her releasing her hand also.

“You… you're just a fake right?” He asked .

“What the heck are you saying?” She frowns

“Think about it… there's no holy person who'll swear as you do” Hardin said and Imelda keep quiet reasoning what he just said.

She wasn't like this. When does she started swearing. It's all because of him. He aggravated her.

“You're fake … short pretender” He sneer.

“Are you stalking me?” She changed the topic.

“Are you high?”Hardin retorts.

“Then I'll take this as a punishment for what my sis did the other day. Let's not ever ever meet again”She glared and turns leaving but Hardin swept her off her feet abruptly making her release a sudden gasp.

He walks towards the car whilst Imelda wouldn't stop ranting to let her down.

He placed her in the car, locked it and entered.

As Imelda continue ranting as shouting at him, he plug in the ear pod and ignite the engine.


Imelda was taken to different places dragged literally….she got a massage got waxed which she wouldn't stop screaming till it was done.

Now she's currently getting her nails done as per Hardin's instructions.

Hardin sat with his legs crossed his eyes also glued to the magazine as the stylist work on Imelda.

After the pedicure and everything they moved to her hair.

“I want her hair straighted”Hardin ordered while Imelda just scoffs saying nothing as they begin the work on her hair.

Her hair was flat line straighten as per Hardin's order. It fell perfectly on her shoulder. Even Imelda wowed on seeing it.

From her hair to her face.

They applied different substances on it from her eyes to every corner of her face.

Her lips was colored in pink. She admired herself in the mirror.

The stylist called Hardin's attention when they were done decorating her face. He looks up at her. His eyes lingered on her and she couldn't help blushing. Hardin wouldn't dispute the fact that he was taken away by her beauty for some seconds but hell he's isn't ready to admit that.

“I'm glad you know your job well…now she looks like human” He said and Imelda scoffs. She was a fool to think he'll compliment her beauty.

“Get her the best of the best dress”He said to the sales attendant who gets to work Immediately.

Imelda still couldn't fathom why he's doing all this.

“Are you kidding me? You call that dress?”

“Too flowery…are we in the 1900's?”

“I don't like it”


“Is that a rag or something?”

“Too long”

“What's with the hat? NEXT!”

“Is this some kind of costume for Halloween?”

“Too short”

“Revealing” Hardin keep on complaining on every dress she wore now Imelda has gotten so frustrated that she vowed to storm out of there if he dares says any unreasonable complaint.

The dresses are damn beautiful. She can't understand why he can't see the beauty in them.

She came out of the dressing room puffing up in anger but as soon as she step out Hardin looks at her for a while. For a moment she thought he liked the dress but instead he burst into a hysterical peal of laughter.

“She looks like a f**king masquerade” he point at her laughing.

Imelda felt embarrassed…some of the attendants murmurs to themselves whilst some chuckles silently.

“Okay I've heard enough of this I'm out of here!” She gritted in anger about storming out but Hardin drag her back. He went over to where the dresses were hanged. Look over it for like eternity before finally choosing a particular dress. He throw it at her.

“Wear that” He said with a straight face tucking his hands in his pocket.

Is he sick? Imelda thought before storming back into the dress room.

Minutes later she came out with the gown on her. The sales attendants wowed. Some clapped. She was looking extraordinary beautiful.

She walks out slowly without any expression on. Hardin looks at her in admiration for a bit before clearing his throat. He went over to the shoes section and after looking over for a while he picked an appropriate heels to go with it.

He took her hand by surprise and sat her down going on one of his knees. He began wearing the heels on her legs. The attendants cooled. Even Imelda was taken aback. She couldn't believe what was happening. She liked the feeling. Somehow she felt special…like she's some sort of a princess. she smiled.

Hardin snap his eyes to her when he was done. He caught her smiling. Imelda looks away. He scoffs and stood up.

As if that wasn't enough..he walked over to the jewelry section and after looking at them for a while he smiles to himself after selecting a particular necklace. He went over to her. He packed her hair banding it. Then wear the necklace on her. Imelda's heart skipped a beat at their proximity. But she held her cool when he was done he wouldn't stop smiling at her. Smiling in satisfaction.

Then he came behind her and made her face the full length mirror. Imelda gaped at the sight in front of her. A completely different Imelda was staring back at her. She never knew she could be this beautiful. She felt like a queen with Hardin doing all these for her. How she wish Miguel was here to see this.

She touched the sparking sliver necklace… it's glistening along with her hidden beauty.

Hardin held both her shoulders behind her. A smirk display on his lips.

“Look…now this is the perfect lady to be seen with Hardin. Not some fuddy duddy looking pauper” He said arrogantly deflating Imelda's ego.

She felt insulted.

Until some moment ago…she had changed her view on him. She had forgotten how obnoxious he can be. She had thought…he was a gentleman who knows how to appreciate beauty. But all that shattered the moment those words came out of his mouth.

He totally trampled on her pride.

She was wrong about him.

She should have known.

Anger immediately became visible on her face. She jerk his hand away.

She's no more doing this.

How dare him!

She has taken a lot of his insults…but now she's at her peak.

He can go rot in hell for all she cares.

Damn you Hardin.

She's no more doing this.

Angrily, she took off the necklace throwing it at him.

“Hey…what are you doing? Do you know how much that cost??” He flared.

She ignored him and took off her shoes.

“Don't you dare…” Hardin warned in a completely changed expression.

She made for the dress but stop.

“GET ME BACK MY CLOTHES!!!” She howled.

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