Playing His Game

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ease leave a message after the beep, or not, I really don

o ask me to call him, yet he never bothers to answer m

omfortably nestled in my own bed, which convinced me to engage in Michael's game. There is no way I would fall for such an arrogant, conceited, and narcis

due to the late hour, nearly three in the morning; however,

s, I finally feel my phone vibrating intens

soon as I answer, his voice sounding hoa

and respond, "Oh

do, and you would go to great lengths to seek revenge on him," he

him, I murmur, reluctant to

n hear each of his breaths, "Darling,

f. Latif is likely an even bigger jerk than Andoh

lan?" I inquire, shifting

will court you properly, and then I will win the match because you wil

rhaps these fabricated three months will not be entirely dre

, pausing briefly before adding,

ve got quite the s

of the night, with moonlight filter

fifteen minutes about trivial ma

he suggests gent

not see, yet he sighs in resp

sleep," I whispe

re him shaking his

wed by three beeps indicatin

ght, M

n the morning. I approached the vehicle and entered the passenger seat, where he was alr

the details?" I inquired as he merged onto the road. He had left the

nship while at school and in the presence of my mot

the feasibility of our plan and apprehensive about how others would perceive me once they

ly before returning his gaz

, Michael had pulled into the school parking lot. I shook off my

oned himself next to me. Extending his hand towards me, he smiled and said, "Let us

ingly, I must admit, it was n

r next class. We both had English together

the door of our class

should kiss", he sa

lowing his breath to gently

certain if I had understood him

Michael reiterated, as though it we

he first time. What would be the reason for us to do

relationship, they have yet to witness us share a kiss. We ne

tes remaining before the bell would ring, allowing several students to linger in the corridors. Al

only natural for us to share a kiss. However, I had never considered this possibility until now. How unfortunate! I re

my waist and drawing me closer. In response, I

Michael murmured, loweri

Firstly, he had a flavor of mint and cigar, and secondly, he was an exceptionally skilled kisser. During our initial kiss, I had not focused on these details, but for some inexpli

ichael gazed at me, a smirk playi

's head inside the classroom." As I turned, I noticed several students nearby were watching us, some

ectedly realize that I am