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I had come this far, so losing her couldn't happen at this point. And, aside from this stupid game, what about my feelings for her? I didn't want to let go of her yet. I had wanted that before, but now that I really loved her, I couldn't think of letting her go. I wanted her. I didn't want to lose her. I had tried to prevent it, but yes, I ended up being so used to her. I truly created a bond, and losing that bond wasn't something I wanted. I loved her. She was my first love. Yes, I had played on her, but I would admit, I wanted this game to end. Instantly, I realized leaving her wouldn't be possible. But, wasn't it too late already? I was a goner. ***

With a resounding smack, he slapped the money against Jonah's bare chest. "Consider it payment for last night. And don't ever show your face in front of me again. I never want to see you again!" Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out. The room was silent, broken only by the leaden thud of Jonah's heart, a lonely drumbeat in the vast emptiness. "Judas!" The door burst open, and Evan rushed inside, panic written all over his face. "Mr. Lovelace took off! You fought so hard to find him! You can't give up now! You have to win him back no matter what it takes!"

The dress came almost to mid-thigh, so a lot of those legs were on display. He was not going to lie. He'd had fun with those legs. It was just a shame they were connected to the rest of her. Her face furrowed into a pained grimace. She crossed the room, stretching her hands out in front of her as if to grasp his. "I wanted to express my gratitude for consenting to attend the wedding. It means everything to Ryan and me. "I understand how painful it must be for you after I broke your heart." Casper just stood there staring at her. Part of him wished he could ask her what planet she lived on, but he already knew the answer. It was Kendall's globe, and everything revolved around her. Did she tru

“You’re the last person who should be playing a lovers’ game. I mean, we don’t know anything about each other. Why make a folly?” He smiled, that slow devil’s grin. “True. But I never lose.” “You’re ridiculous.” “And you’re stalling.” I stared at him, daring him with my eyes. “Fine. If you lose, you owe me a favor. Any favor. No questions asked.” He extended his hand. “Deal.” We shook. I regretted it immediately. --- The game began and, of course, the universe just had to pair us together in the first round. The game was simple—when one person had to answer a question about the other, that other person would write their answer down instead.

I ask with venom lased in my voice. “You love.” “Hell no! We’ve already been through this, I don’t and I never will belong to anyone!” “Oh yes you do! And that person is me love.” He says with a little bit of an edge to his voice. I look him in the eyes and say, “Only in your dreams.” and walk away.

"Just repeat the damn words. " "Just accept you heard them, or let's pretend I never said that. " I counter and several heartbeats pass before he heaves a sigh and shakes his head, "You just have to be fúcking difficult always. " "Isn't that why you're obsessed? You love the game. " I call him out, looking down to the hands that are pressed to his chest and lowering down to his stomach before raising my head to meet his gaze, and brown eyes stare deep into mine, threatening to unravel every shield that encompasses my soul as he says, "That's right. I love the game. " I feel his hand move from my middle to my ass, giving the flesh a hard squeeze and I suck in a harsh breath at the sensation t

The more I played the videos in my head the more tears releases itself from my eyes. I can't believe he cheated on me and hid it, he seemed have enjoyed it more than he enjoys mine. Am I not that good? That he left me and went elsewhere to get pleasure. Where did I go wrong? I made sure to give him my all and this is what I got in return. I can't believe I let him play me like this. I fell so deep inlove that I couldn't see, it was always his lifestyle so how could I believe that he changed because I came into his life?

But strength didn’t stop the way my chest ached when I thought of Lydia in his office, her hand on his arm, her voice smooth with familiarity. It didn’t stop the image of Damian—silent, unreadable—letting her stay. The city lights blurred as tears pricked my eyes. I wiped them away quickly, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of falling. But no matter how hard I tried, one truth pressed in, heavy and undeniable: Whatever game we were playing, I’d already lost. Because somewhere between defiance and heartbreak, I’d let myself want him. And Damian Cruz would never be mine.

he laughed. My chest felt like it was being crushed. “You’re disgusting,” “I am just being honest, Sweetheart.” He glanced at the gift bag I was holding and looked back at me. “I can see the little Christmas present you brought. You can take it back, this cute game was good while it lasted. Unfortunately, it's over now.” A game? I was just a game to him? My legs felt weak, “You used me!” He smirked, "It was a game, and I won. Don't be dramatic over nothing.”

The realization that no amount of fated mate glow could protect the people she loved from me. The game had just escalated. And I was winning.