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Changing the topic, Addy decided to tease Sam. And that was enough to spoil his best friend's mood. "Seriously! It's all my fault. Why did I even think of challenging you? Now I have to tolerate that leech for the rest of the day. Ugh! Fuck me ". " Eww no! Dude I am straight". Adrian burst out laughing. " Fuck off you bastard ! ". Samuel left the room angrily. Laughing heartily Adrian emerged from his cozy bed and entered the bathroom, ready to wash away the remnants of sleep and embrace the day. He needed to visit his family as it was Sunday. He promised his mom they would have lunch together.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

I have to stand for a few seconds as sweat breaks out in tingles under my arms. "Room service," a man says from the other side of the door. Shaking, I let him. He pushes a cart inside, sets it up, and pauses. "Anything else?" he asks. Expecting a tip. But unfortunately for him, I have no money. "No, thanks, that's everything." He frowns but leaves. I shut the door behind him, lock the deadbolt, then practically run to the bottle of champagne. I don't bother pouring it into a glass. I break out the cork then pour it down my throat, my hands trembling at the thought of Gregory Callahan looking into the fake story Scar spun them.

"Niels? What's got your knickers in a twist?" ‌ Niels smirked, his bitterness twisting his words into something both defiant and amused. "Remember that charming lady who led us to this mess in the first place? Well, I've got a proposition for you, mate." ‌ And as he delved deeper into his plan, Niels couldn't shake off the irony of how their lives had taken such a twisted turn. Two men who once had nothing but contempt for each other were now united by a common goal, fueled by their shared resentment. Little did they know, their journey would be rife with unexpected twists and turns, painted with colorful conversations and laced with the bitterness of their pasts.

"Tell us more about that client email. Sounds hilarious." Jane laughs and dives in, but every word feels like a brush against that hidden tension. While she's mid-story about some absurd client demand, waving her fork for emphasis, I feel a surge of boldness under his steady glances. The memory of that staircase kiss loops in my head, fueling me. I catch his eye for the one hundredth time and then I do something I never thought I would do. Being flirty. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, and the soft give of it draws his focus like a magnet.

, as he says this he is peeling back the grimy clothes on this back, but what also comes off is the skin on his arms, except it’s not his skin, it’s just a bodysuit. I stopped shaking but I was now super confused, the body bags started wriggling which followed with them unzipping themselves and out popped normal-looking people with laughing faces. Is this a nightmare? Am I still asleep? Or is this maybe just one big twisted joke? The grizzly bear guy didn’t reek as much anymore, but he still looked like he could squash me with the blink of an eye.

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“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

Clutch asked. My head was pounding so hard from last night’s partying, I’d momentarily forgotten about the mouse under my eye, and who’d given it to me. “That’s strange,” I said, before pausing. “What’s that?” “I don’t remember one of the books I sent you while you were locked up being a joke book,” I replied. “Here’s a joke for you. Knock, knock…” “Who’s there?” “Go fuck yourself,” he said, before putting his helmet on.