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Patrick Jenkins gambled me away to his twin brother.
I pretended not to know and spent a wild night with the wrong man.
The next morning, I blushed as I asked Patrick to buy me some ointment.
He furrowed his brow slightly and asked coldly, “What’s wrong?”
I mumbled, “You were so rough last night that you left me sore.”
He froze for a second.
I stepped closer, wrapped my arms around him, and leaned in sweetly. “I really liked how different you were last night.”
“I fold. Michelle Perez is yours tonight.”
Patrick loosened his tie and leaned back on the couch, looking relaxed and careless.
Across from him, Edward sat with half his face hidden in shadow.
“Are you sure about that?” His voice was low.
Patrick chuckled. “You barely notice women. If you’re into her, she’s yours.”
Edward didn’t respond, so Patrick continued, “But she’s been with me
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for a year. If you think she’s not worth it-”
Edward suddenly stood and grabbed his jacket without a second thought. “No need. She’ll do.”
Patrick appeared briefly speechless.
Then, he gave a flippant laugh. “Alright then. Enjoy yourself tonight, Edward.”
Edward adjusted his glasses, nodded slightly, and walked straight out of the room.
The moment Edward left, the room buzzed to life.
“Are you serious, Patrick? You chased Michelle for three whole months, bending over backward for her. It’s not even a year in, and you’re already bored?”
Patrick picked up his glass. “A bet’s a bet. Besides, it’s just a woman.”
The man asked, “I thought Michelle meant something special to you.”
Patrick took a sip, smiling lazily.
“She did, at first. She was prim and proper–hard to win over. But now? She’s no different from the rest. She comes crawling to me like a damn dog.”
“Hey, Patrick, do you mind letting me have a turn next time?”
Patrick’s face went cold as he slammed the glass down.
The man who spoke shut up fast.
Someone else chimed in, “But seriously, what if Edward really sleeps
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with her?”
“He won’t,” Patrick said flatly.
“Edward’s not into women. He’s got a serious obsession with cleanliness.”
“How can you be so sure? Last time Michelle wore that dress that exposed her leg, he stared a few times.”
Patrick gave a cold laugh. “He just hates women who try too hard.”
“How about a bet, Patrick?”
He scoffed. “Don’t forget that Michelle’s head over heels for me. She would rather die than let another man touch her. If you guys really want to gamble, don’t come crying when you lose everything.”
He stood and walked out.
A young, pretty woman was already waiting outside.
The moment she saw him, she giggled and threw herself into his arms.
Overcome by the rush of alcohol, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her fiercely.
