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He looked annoyingly confident, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "I'm visualizing," Elion lied, gripping his water bottle. "Visualizing what? Your obituary?" "Visualizing you tripping," Elion shot back. "It's a very vivid image." "Cute. But I don't trip, Doc. I soar." "That's a tagline," Mia said from the corner, checking her makeup in a compact. "You should trademark that." "I already did." The tent flap opened. A production assistant stuck her head in.

I swallow hard, my hand trembling around the phone. Someone took them in real time. Someone planned this. The last image comes in—a close-up of Tristan’s hand gripping the student’s wrist as he shoves him away. But the angle is intentional. Cropped. Manipulated. It looks like passion. Not resistance. “Oh my God…” I whisper, covering my mouth. “Oh my God, no.” I exhale shakily, trying to steady myself, but the room feels off-balance. My ears are ringing. My hands are unsteady.

“Do you mind if I get a quick selfie?” “Of course, of course!” Giovanni said, his smile wide and playful as he pulled her in for the picture. The woman practically melted, and I could almost hear her heart racing. I had never seen a man so effortlessly flip a room’s energy on its head. It was chaotic, but it was also magnetic. People were scrambling for selfies, asking for shout-outs, and bombarding him with questions. Giovanni was in his element, laughing and posing like the world was his stage. “Oh, Giovanni, you were so funny in that vlog where you got lost in Greece and had to ride a donkey to the hotel,” a woman gushed. “That was hilarious.”

It looked great, and they looked positively happy. “It’s like the ending of Magic Mike XL,” I said that night to Trish over the phone. “Only with some old bold dude instead of Channing Tatum!” “Hey! I heard that!” cried Isaac, popping up on screen. He raised his beer and flashed an affectionate. “Happy Fourth, Fran.” “You too, Isaac! Go now, before someone snitches on you. I wouldn’t wanna get you guys fired.” “Fuck you, Fran,” they said at the same time, making me laugh heartedly.

A loud growl sounded as a blur of a human zoomed past and tackled the crazy masochist to the ground. Gasping I took in the sight trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Travis?" I snapped as I realized the blur had been none other than my English teacher and mate Travis. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching class?" Looking up Travis narrowed his eyes while he held the crazy man on the ground. "What the hell is going on here?" He demanded placing a hand around the guys throat. "Why are you touching my mate?"

My glossy eyes barely register the face but I could have sworn I saw Troy standing close behind her. I watch the figure as he saunters over to a waiter. Grabbing a champagne flute from his tray, the distorted face of the man smile smugly as he toss to me before taking a large gulp. This motherfucking convict! My eyes are blurry but I swear that is Troy taunting me. What the fuck is he doing here? How the fuck‐--

he chirped, a little breathless. However, no sooner had he revealed the food's contents, than Avla's face contorted in distress. Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and she immediately doubled over, retching. Liam's excited grin melted into confusion, his eyes growing wide with horror as he watched Avla's visceral reaction. The plate of food almost dropped from his hands, but Tanner, with his quick reflexes, caught it before it hit the ground.

CHAPTER 37 [ A Second Round] ~SOPHIE~ The blank expression on Travis’ face could easily deceive anyone into thinking he didn’t know what I was talking about. He must have practiced that look a lot to the point of perfection. For a man who has always been straightforward, he sure was taking the coward way out of this one. The joke is on him if he thinks I’m going to let him wiggle out of it that easily. “What are you talking about?” His voice held genuine confusion.

His well-defined beard of that light blond color, with that Jake Gyllenhaal-style hairdo in Spider-Man, the muscles of him… Travis clucked and spat, “That's disgusting, CJ! Stop drooling over dude! He - he looked at him and did not hide the disgust that my reaction gave him. I slapped him on the thigh and he laughed, drawing the looks of the rest of the men. Okay, he's a little gross, but your countenance has changed. I'm happy for you," he agreed, giving me a tight hug. It will take us a while to understand that you are a woman now, but I see that he understands you… that he is willing to face things with you. I feel calmer knowing that you have someone for when things get ugly," he confess

He scowled at them, but his sunglasses prevented them from seeing him, and he muttered an expletive. "Careful." His companion, Travis, replied, pointing his chin towards Lanaya. He glanced over and saw that she was once again staring at him. This time, she wasn't just being cute; she was actively attempting to flame him. Holy crap! As they turned around, Salviana shook her head at him in contempt. They huddled together closely, and he suspected they were conspiring to kill him. He was curious as to what the hell had transpired between them. Alongside him, Carter made a noise, his face contorted oddly. Did he have a bowel obstruction? When asked this, Carter coughed and then laughed so hard h