MAYAMy parents had finally excused themselves after dinner, leaving just the three of us at the long dining table. Tristan sat directly across from me, quietly focused on what was left on his plate, his expression unreadable. Jackson, however, was still very much in the mood to chat.I was trying to listen to him, I really was. But the topic- some long-winded story about his latest brand deal and how “the industry is so fake”- was starting to get on my nerves. Still, I saw the opportunity. Tristan’s silence was too perfect.I leaned in closer to Jackson, resting my elbow on the table and tilting my body toward him so my cleavage pressed subtly against the edge of the table. A secret little smirk played on my lips as I laughed softly at something he said, even though it wasn’t that funny.“Wow, that sounds exhausting,” I murmured, voice deliberately soft and engaged. “You deal with so many fake people. I don’t know how you do it.”Jackson smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. “It’s
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