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I acted like I was sorry, but in reality, I secretly enjoyed getting under his skin from time to time. My dad is extremely competitive, so we play a match with sets. Each set consists of a minimum of six games, and each game is made up of points. He wins every round, and during each break, he lectures me about not paying enough attention. While he’s not entirely wrong, it’s just a tennis game—he really needs to chill. Apparently, I needed to practice more. My dad insists we have a doubles match tomorrow with his best friend, Wesley Summers, and his son, Josh Summers. I dread the thought of playing with them; losing always angers my dad, and Josh is a giant asshole.

May be he was just jealous. Soon, they started the game. It was simple. One of them will say something she has never done and everyone else, who also hasn’t done it too, will drink a shot. Elle went first. “I have never watched gay p*rn.” And she laughed. “Ewwwww” Sienna exclaimed and everyone drank. Kate was next. “I have never read a self-help book.” Elle and Sienna drank. Elena was next to go. “I have never gotten a speeding ticket.”

I saw several bags I wanted to buy. Abel was unwilling to lose his dignity in front of the woman he cherished. He quickly grabbed my arm and tried to drag me aside to talk. But before he could move me, one of my bodyguards stepped forward and pinned him down. "What are you doing, Aspen Larkin!" Abel shouted in anger. I straightened my sleeve and replied with an icy expression, "You were too busy on your phone earlier to even notice I came back with bodyguards. Did you really think that after taking a slap from you, I'd let you do as you please again?"

At that instant, the corner of her lips lifted to form a smirk, and running her hand through her hair, she stated in a complacent manner: “Loser, every single one of you! Hahaha! Goddamn, weaklings! And on top of that, all of you’re sore losers who looks fucking ugly. Might I mention that your breath stinks as well. This is so nauseating. Damn! This place is disgusting, just like all of you. Bunch of lowlifes. Coming here to lick each others wound. Too pathetic I swear. You shouldn’t even be coming to gambling since all you do is lose. Is it fun to earn consecutive loses? How does it feel like? Since I never got to experience it, I am curious. What? What? What are you glaring at? Someone lik

” Damon ~”Hey it got me this girl, didn’t it? Once everybody has had a round, she looks at me very confused. Skye ~”But who is the looser?” Damon ~”Baby everybody is losers.” Skye ~”Oh that sucks.” Damon ~”I can pull one more then we can decide who the loser is really.” Skye ~”Ok.” Damon ~”Last one. Has sex while watching TV.” Skye ~”Damon.” Amber ~”Mason.” Mason ~”Damon.”

“See. When a house loses two matches out of three, they are declared a loser and they have to perform the loser’s obligations to the victors.” “Are we living in the medieval ages? What kind of nonsense is this?” “Well, that is what has been happening for ages here. It has now become a tradition.” “So, what exactly are these loser’s obligations?” “The loser has to become the slave of the victor for a fortnight. As a mark of this agreement, the losing team does all bare losers lap around the ground six times, bowing to the winning team three times. Two winners, six times.” “This is ridiculous!”

Layla replied. "All right." I stood up. "Where are you going? It's hot on the volleyball ground. The class is about to start." Dylan interrupted. "Say present for me if miss Leyan called my name for attendance," Gabe said to Dylan and pulled me out of the IR. <> <> <> <> <> (V. Ground) Our opponents are Feline, Rian, and Jervis. Me, Layla, and Gabe. “The loser will pay anything for the winner,” Jervis said.

"You actually hired actors to pose as our bosses." "Come on, guys. There's no way our bosses would bow to a broke trash loser like him." Fred reassured his friends and they all agreed with his conclusion. "I thought so, Fred. This shithead has some nerve to pull a fast one over us." mocked Aliyah. "Face it. A loser will always be a loser." Macy added fuel to the fire. All this while, Veron was gradually losing his patience with Karen and her cronies. Eventually, Veron could not take it anymore.

Years later, a cold winter night. Julian and I were in a small cabin in Switzerland, drinking coffee by the fireplace. The baby in my arms was sleeping soundly. Julian was looking through an underground newspaper mailed from New York when he suddenly paused. "What's wrong?" I asked casually. He hesitated but handed the newspaper to me. In an obscure corner of the paper, there was a brief social news item: Former Mob Enforcer Dies Miserably on the Street Dante, the once-arrogant former Enforcer of the Moretti family, had been reduced to fighting stray dogs for food because he couldn't afford the expensive anti-rejection drugs for his surgeries.

And you can still think that she still has a feeling for Bryan. I feel sad about it. I am sorry for my best friend. "I agree with Gian earlier, and Sapphire is indeed a great brand. That is why I never had a second thought on carrying Sapphire as our 6th cellphone brand.” Bryan said, but he still sounds so awkward. "Good to hear that. Well, to tell you honestly, I expected the result. As if you can reject me?!” Liz said in a teasing tone. He chuckled. "Of course! I can’t seem to reject you. You aware of that, right?”