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I should not have agreed to come. I want to go home already. "Let's play a game, guys," Wesley speaks up, gaining our attention. "Never Have I Ever." Wesley carefully states the rules of the game, which everyone agrees to. Well, I don’t like this at all. I make an effort to bypass it, not to play, yet it is futile. "If she's too shy to play, then why come?" Abaddon’s voice is filled with hate, laced at me. "I'll play," I retort.

I swallowed the tight protrusion as I gasped against his hot, salty skin. He was fucking delicious. He huffed above my head. I bit down. He grunted, and he pressed me harder. I released him, and he let up on me. Is this it? Is this the game? I mused, stirring even deeper at the audacity. His guts to test me like this. Oh, my Jade! I swore in my heart, I’ll break you first.

“Solid answer. Ten points.” “Ten out of a hundred?” “Out of ten. Don’t push it.” His grin grew. “Fine. Your turn. What’s Mira Leigh grateful for today?” I blew out a breath. “Honestly? I’m grateful you’re not being a jerk right now. Makes my job way easier.” “Not being a jerk? That’s the bar?” “Progress is progress,” I shot back. His laugh came easier this time, something playful sparking in his eyes. He reached across and caught my wrist before I could grab the remote. “Let’s play something.”

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

Drake was reading to a silent audience of gawkers as he'd done last week. "'I wasn't kidding when I said I was a fortune-teller,' he said, smiling. 'Do you want to see into your future?' June smiled and nodded, happy to go along with his game. This had to be some sort of move to get her into bed—some playful way to initiate sex," Drake read.

I pulled it out, desperate for a distraction. A message blinked on the screen: "Hey, it's Giovanni," then after a smiling emoji, "when would you be free for our date?" Free. The word made me laugh under my breath. A bitter, bitter laugh. My lips pressed together. If Dante wanted to play these games, fine. He'd broken the terms of our so-called contract already which meant we were no longer sex partners. And I wasn't about to sit around feeling sorry for myself. So I typed fast, fingers trembling but sure: "Tonight? At your place?"

** ** Welcome to the Harrison Inc. Reunion! We brought together the main characters of Playboy Rehab and Two Can Play That Game for one last Q and A. Leslie Harrison and Sebastian Harrison nicely accepted our invitation, and after five years of living in Canada, have come out to Southern California to reunite with their friends and family. Unfortunately, Fiona, Isabella, Elizabeth and Darcy have decided to be exempt from this interview, but everyone else is gratefully present. They have all agreed to complete honesty, so no questions will be held back. Keep in mind these answers are not censored, so viewers discretion is advised.

"Deal" We circle each other on the mat. Suddenly he dives forward a a speed a never expected from him. He grabs me around the waist, pinning me to the mat and straddling my hips. Before I can even blink. It was the weirdest thing, I almost felt as if my energy was subdued. Like my flame was being put out.

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

He smiled down at me, and it was odd how it filled me with this sense of pride. Then his face straightened, leaning a little closer. "If you want this to end, you just have to tell me. Understand?" I shook my head yes, a little afraid but too curious not to see what he had planned next. Then he pinched my thigh again. "Ow!" I shouted. "Words. I don't play unless you clearly tell me what you want." "Play?" My eyebrows shot up, and he grinned so wide. "Yes, play." His hand smoothed over my belly. "I like to play, a lot, and this body," his fingers swiped right over my folds, my juices already making everything down there so slick. "I have so many ways I want to play with it."