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One hundred and thirty

Author: Amaka
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~~Jay~~

Wait~~ did I just tell him that I fell for him?

Oh, great. Fantastic. My brain and my mouth had finally joined forces to destroy me.

Alex’s smirk deepened, like he’d heard every single unspoken thought scrambling around in my head. “So you admit it,” he said, voice low, teasing, but way too calm for the chaos currently burning through my chest.

“I~ no~ I didn’t admit anything,” I stammered, sitting up straighter, which only made him lean closer. “You’re twisting my words.”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “Am I?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Absolutely. You’re twisting, spinning, and probably hacking them too.”

His laugh was soft but rich, the kind that made my stomach tighten. “You’re terrible at lying, Jay.”

I scowled, which only made him grin wider. “Says the man who just orchestrated a fake international cover-up.”

He shrugged, unconcerned. “I didn’t lie. I just… redirected the truth.”

I rolled my eyes. “You make manipulation sound poetic.”

Alex didn’t an
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