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THE RIVAL'S OFFER
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2026-11-06 17:06:33
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EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS SLOANE'S ACCUSATION
(Ivy)"Not right away," I repeated.Sloane's fingers twisted in the hem of her sweater. "It was maybe two seconds.""Two seconds.""Maybe three. I don't know. I was drunk.""Say it plainly."She swallowed. "I kissed him. And for a second, he kissed me back. Then he stopped. He pulled away and said, 'No. I can't. I'm sorry.'""I'm sorry?""Yes.""To you?""I think to himself." She finally looked up. Her mascara had smudged. "Ivy. I'm not saying this to hurt you. I'm saying it because I think he's been lying to you about the details. And I'd want to know."I should have laughed. Called her a snake. Walked out.Instead, my stomach folded in on itself like paper."Why would he lie?""Because he's ashamed.""Of what?""That he almost did." Sloane's voice dropped. "And of what I said afterward.""What did you say?""That he'd been thinking about you the whole time. That he should be nicer to me, since I was the only one who knew." Her cheeks reddened. "It was cruel.""You think?""It's why
EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS THE FILE
(Ivy)The file opened to a black screen.Then a chat window slid into view, white bubbles on grey, someone's phone screenshot blown up to fill the whole projector.I glanced at the technician. He was eating a granola bar and watching the ballroom ceiling like it was a very interesting sky."Can you give me a minute?" I asked."Sure. I'll get more tape." He wandered off. He was gone before I finished the sentence.I turned back to the screen.The first message was from Sloane. The date in the corner said July 9.Sloane: Hey. We need to talk. I saw you at the bar. You saw us.The second was from East. Sent one minute later.East: I don't know what you mean.Sloane: Don't do that. I know you saw.East: Whatever you and Dom do isn't my business.Sloane: It's Ivy's.My heart stopped.The next message was East's. It took him six minutes to answer. I know because the timestamps were right there.East: I know.I put a hand on the table to steady myself.The conversation kept going. More messa
EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS THE GALA REHEARSAL
(Ivy)Pruitt looked at us for a very long time.We looked at him.The mop bucket looked at all of us."Ms. Sinclair," he said finally. "Mr. Whitaker.""Hello, sir," I said."This is a linen closet.""We're aware.""It's occupied.""Only slightly.""By you.""We were looking for tablecloths."His eyebrow lifted. "In the dark.""We value mood lighting."East made a strangled noise next to me. I elbowed him.Pruitt rubbed his eyes. He looked tired. He looked like a man who'd stopped believing in his own job around the second Tuesday of September."I'm going to pretend I didn't see this," he said."Thank you.""Go home.""Yes, sir.""And Ms. Sinclair?""Yes?"His voice dropped. "Watch the footage again. All of it."He closed the door.Theo, from behind a cart, gave a tiny, panicked wave.---East didn't talk the whole way back to my apartment.He drove with both hands on the wheel, jaw set, eyes on the road. The silence in the truck felt like a held breath.When he parked, I turned to him
EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS THE MISSING INVITATION
(East)The invitation was supposed to arrive on Monday.It didn't.By Wednesday, Theo had checked his email four times, his mailbox twice, and the bottom of his sock drawer, just in case."Mine came," he said, waving a cream envelope. "Gold lettering. Very fancy. 'Pre-gala dinner for team leadership and sponsors.' Saturday night at the Whitmore Hotel.""Mine didn't.""Maybe it's lost.""It's not lost.""Maybe it's in the mail.""It's not in the mail.""Maybe...""Theo, I'm the captain. It's a captain's dinner.""So it's an oversight.""It's Dom."He sighed. "Probably."I looked at the envelope in his hand. The gold lettering. The thick paper. The little embossed hawk on the corner."Who else got one?" I asked."Jonah. Devon. The other line captains. Coach. Pruitt.""Not me.""Not you.""And not Ivy?""She's staff. She'd be there as event lead.""Did she get one?"Theo's face went still."Let me check."---(Ivy)I found out on a Thursday morning, in a crowded hallway, from a freshman
EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS THE RIVAL'S OFFER
(Ivy)East came back with coffee and a face full of sunshine, and I almost didn't tell him.He walked in humming. He had two cups, a paper bag of croissants, and a stupidly happy grin. He set everything on the dresser, kissed my forehead, and said, "Good morning, beautiful."I stared at the bagel bag still sitting there."What's wrong?" he asked."Dom was here."His smile vanished. "What?""He walked in. He said he'd been listening last night."East went very still."Where is he?""Gone.""Did he touch you?""No.""Did he say anything?""He left a note."I handed it over. East read it. His jaw flexed so hard I saw a muscle jump."Ask him about the first night," he read aloud. His voice was flat. "Which night?""I assumed you'd know.""I don't.""East.""I swear.""I believe you.""Do you?""I do." I pulled my knees up. "But I think someone wants me to doubt it."He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. His hands hung between his knees. "He's been in my house. In my room.""I know."
EIGHT DATES TO MAKE MY EX JEALOUS THE QUESTION OF LOVE
(East)It stormed on Tuesday night.Not the pretty kind. The loud, vicious, cars-floating-down-Maple-Street kind. By nine, the power had gone out on half the campus. By ten, the hockey house sounded like a ship in a hurricane.By eleven, someone knocked on my door.I opened it.Ivy stood in the hallway, soaked to the bone, holding a flashlight in one hand and a half eaten bag of pretzels in the other."Juno's building flooded," she said. "I texted Theo. He said you had a couch.""I have a bed.""I'll take the couch.""It's downstairs.""It has a pillow.""It has a cat.""The cat isn't yours.""It lives here. It has seniority."She stared at me. Water dripped off her hair onto my floor. I was holding a candle, because I'm a gentleman and also because I couldn't find the flashlight."Easton.""Yeah?""Let me in."I stepped aside.---She changed in the bathroom. When she came out, she wore my grey hoodie, the one that smelled like a locker, and a pair of my sweatpants rolled four times
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