Claimed By the bad boy
She tossed her hair, trying to look effortlessly gorgeous.
Theresa grinned. “Your turn, Kade.”
He picked a card with that slow, cocky confidence and flipped it.
A diamond.
A dozen girls gasped.
Theresa’s grin stretched. “Dare. I dare you to kiss Cassandra for five minutes.”
More gasps, whispers, someone even dropped a cup.
Collins muttered, “Hell no,” under his breath, shaking his head angrily.
Cassandra froze.
Her excitement flickered across her face too visibly. She pretended to shake her head, pretending she didn’t want it, but everyone could see the thrill in her eyes.
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