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Not everyone can be a mater mind. "Check mate," I said for the... I even lost track of how many times I said that. The girl looked so desperate as she scanned the board for a way to save herself from a horrific defeat. We were only four minutes in and she has basically lost the game, actually no she has definitely lost, there is no way in hell she can come back... no way in hell this plan wasn't going to work.xw Finally she knocked over her king. I smirked and gave her a handshake trying not to burst into laughter at her facial expression.

I said. " Then your mind must be playing games with you." She said as she dragged me out of the room. Games... That word lingered in my mind for a long time. But for the quick movement I noticed, I knew my mind wasn't lying. Someone was indeed in the room with us..... I just need to find out who. . . . Xander's P. O. V

And who was the idiot who put that note in the bowl ? The game had started during the filming of the first movie in the series ... we call it 'The cheating game', everyone puts their name in a bowl and in the other bowl is different dares. Then two names are drawn and a dare ... you have to cheat your partner into doing the dare first ... it is usually something like getting drunk as a skunk, sleeping in and being late, singing loudly on set or something else silly. It is usually pretty fun and innocent, even if people tend to get really competitive at times ... but hey everyone is friends again when it is over ... it has always been just fun and games after all.

Laura, noticing my shocked expression, started barking in excitement, clearly enjoying the situation. I stood frozen, still in disbelief. How could they be doing something like this? Had they been forced or threatened? I chose to start with Tiffany, as she was the oldest. "Ms. Elledge, follow me. Don't do this. You're a person, so stop acting like a dog!" I grabbed her hand in frustration. She quickly interrupted me, her voice softer now. "It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it."

Whenever I got nervous, I would freeze up, my mouth tightening, while my mind raced at lightning speed. This meant that in moments of danger, all I could do was curse in my head a thousand times while waiting for my inevitable doom with a smile. What I didn't know was that my mind-reading skill was not the kind where I read others' thoughts. It was the kind where others could read mine. Right then, everyone—the players, the boss, the viewers—could hear everything I was thinking. As the muscular man approached me, my legs stiffened, but my brain was running wild, thinking, "I remember Aleena saying that big guys tend to have small manhood."

"Lila, you’re back? What happened? Got caught in the rain?" I ignored her and walked straight to my wardrobe to grab clean clothes for a shower. Rachel’s tone snapped, sharp with offense, "Lila! I’m talking to you! Why aren’t you answering?" I kept sorting through my clothes as if she weren’t there. She slammed her hand on the desk, stormed over, and smacked me hard on the back. "I’m talking to you, Lila!" My reflexes kicked in. I swung back, but my hand landed across her face instead.

"Sure thing! Just wait a moment, I'll weigh them for you." Soon, in the hustle and bustle of daily transactions, I pushed all those memories to the back of my mind. Victoria was just an irrelevant person now. What mattered was my life in the present!

Heart pounding, I stumbled toward the sound. At the foot of the staircase, Dad stood in front of the study door, phone pressed to his ear. A glass lay in shards around his feet, his other hand balled into a fist. The air was so heavy I didn’t dare breathe too loud. “Mr. Grey, I’m giving you just twenty-four hours to pay me the money or else… You know what I’m talking about. And you wouldn't want that to happen, would you?” The man’s voice on the other end was so cold it crawled down my spine.

A kitchen, huge TV lounge decorated with a wall TV screen that was attached to multiple gadgets of gaming consoles, music players, home theaters and much more. The bedrooms were decorated with glass walls, covered with thick curtains to prevent any eye watching the activities going on inside. It had a terrace too, facing two sides of the road with a corner. It was a home to the three of them. They were practically joined hip to hip, inseparable and insatiable. They were the HEART MIND and SOUL of each other, since childhood, throughout their high school, till now, excelled in their respective fields, yet madly in love with each other. Sounds crazy!

"How did you do that? Who told you? Did one of these idiots signal you from behind my back?" ​"I told you, Ted," I said, my lips curling into a devious little smirk despite the heavy throb starting to build right behind my eyes. "Mind games." ​"You got lucky," Ted hissed, his calloused hand tightening under mine. "One lucky guess doesn't prove anything. Again. Do it again." ​I clamped my fingers tighter around his hand, forcing another activation of the skill. Instantly, the world violently tilted. The desk seemed to warp, and a sickening wave of vertigo washed over me as the mental film played out.