Playing His Game

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by an expression of impatience. It dawned on me that he was waiting for me to s

I meant

him. I held back from rolling my eyes and cautiously looked at him, meeting his gaze directly. The color of his eyes slightly caught me off

staring for too long, and to my disappointment, he had a amused look o

sharply through my nose, causing it to flare slig

g into my tone. He appeared oblivious and began to speak, then hesitate

gan to thin until only Comfort was left. She gazed at me with intense host

my girlfrie

as experiencing shock, anxiety, confusion, fear, and many other emo

was known as the golden boy, the player, the bad boy, and any other cliché name you could come up with for the 'IT guy'

ntion of a few people nearby. He must be out

eed to worry, it won't be genuine.

ng to speaking at a normal volume. I won

ex boyfriend will see that you've moved on and hopeful

ack, but that didn't mean I was willing to do something as crazy as dating Michael Andoh

to the next. If I make her believe I have a girlfriend, maybe she'll finally stop tryi

or being a player, and he's not about to give that up so easily. Mr. Player wouldn't want to put a stop to his

ere the only person I knew who would

love with me during that time, then I win. But if by any chance you win, I'll give up drinking, smoking, and my playe

looking at him with a clear e

to pretend to be in a relationship with him

ntions," he murmurs sof

handsome?" I i

mine. It's a bit too close for my liking, d

e," he

n, Michael," I chuckle, t

ter, but he remains serious and l

lic just to spite him, and then I added a twist. If either of us happens to fall in love with the other in the

ose and end up falling for me

earty laugh and

nd of the world for me to fal

my eyes as he does it, not bothering to stop him. After finishing, he tosses th

in a matter of seconds. "Call me w