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My foot is disturbingly miniature in his hand, which is pretty hilarious. To magnify my amusement, I kick him hard in the chest. This levels him to the ground, but I’d forgotten on whom my weight was also balanced. I lose the oxygen in my lungs for a split second. I go down, but Wade’s arms cage me in, and though I trip, I eventually tumble on him. Not the softest landing, but all limbs are intact. I howl like a laughing jackal because that was comic as hell.

Better to endure this than cause a scandal that would spiral out of control. Nina, undeterred, lunged again. I coldly lifted my foot, prepared to trip her. A voice shouted from behind, urgent and worried. "Careful!" Someone shoved me hard; I crashed into the nearby table and chairs and tumbled to the floor with them, my limbs trembling from the impact. Anger cut through the haze as a fierce voice roared, "How dare you bully Nina!" My mind went blank. I looked up. Yves, my fiancé, had shoved past and pushed me. He moved toward Nina, concern and protectiveness radiating from him. "Are you all right? Did you get hurt?"

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.

Chloe asked nervously. Chloe had a point. What if her dad didn't accept her decision? "Don't worry, I have a backup plan," Jessica interrupted. Noah entered the room carrying his coffee and sat beside me. "What are you guys talking about?" Noah asked as he placed his cup on the table. "About how to decline the marriage agreement without Adrian losing his company," Jessica informed him. "Well, as I was saying, the backup plan is if Chloe's father opposes her decision, Adrian and Chloe can proceed with the agreement and get engaged. But as the wedding day approaches, you can back out," Jessica explained. Noah looked amused, while Chloe still seemed confused.

The way neither of them had looked away. Leon groaned and rubbed his face. "Get a grip." He yanked open his locker and slammed it shut with a loud bang again. Several heads turned, “Hey easy on the locker rockie,” Vic said. "Whoa," one teammate said with a grin. "Is Jenny not giving you a good fuck?" A few guys chuckled. "Forget Jenny," another teammate called out. "Dump her and I'll introduce you to someone better." The locker room erupted with laughter. Leon didn't even spare them a glance.

The night before our engagement, my best man Reese suggested we play Never Have I Ever — our version, where you name something you have that you think no one else does, and anyone who doesn't have it puts a finger down. "Sitting in this room is someone I can't have," he said. Everyone else's fingers went down, except Reese's and my fiancée Molly's. The others erupted in whistles and teasing, not caring that I was right there. "I have the most loyal fiancé," Molly said. "Boring and dull." Everyone glanced at me, and the private room fell into an awkward silence. I was suddenly exhausted. Molly and I had been together for two years. Tomorrow was our engagement party, yet she'd just publicly ad

I was mortified. Deacon: Too much? Carys: YES. Just a tad, TMI King. Deacon sent a zipper-mouth emoji. I threw the phone across the couch, still embarrassed—but laughing.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

His knees buckled, his hands shot to his crotch, and for a glorious, glorious moment, I felt divine. But I wasn’t done. Because somewhere deep in my chest — beneath the pain and the panic and the pounding adrenaline — a darker voice whispered, “Go further.” So I grabbed the waistband of his jeans. And I yanked them up. Hard. Like hard hard. Like middle-school-bully-on-a-mission level wedgie. His boxers — plain white, faded, and definitely not sexy — vanished up his ass so violently I think he saw stars. He shrieked. Shrieked. Like a dying animal.

We all laughed. We were walking down to the other store, and Mom wanted to go to Victoria's Secret. I blushed. I did not want to think about those sexy underwear Wade could see me in. I was thinking about him. I giggled, looking inside the store. ‘’Hey, my Cherry Virgin, you think you're cute, huh, with that trick you did to me. Not nice.” He growled in my ear. right behind me. I stilled, and I gasp, Oh, no, not right now I thought. Why is Wade in this store and talking to me? I try to leave. “Oh no, you do not, you’re coming with me.” “No! Wade, I cannot. I am with my mom and my sister.” Come baby! He started rubbing up against my ass. Hey, stop it, Wade,” I started giggling.” Why are you h