The world of sport journalism is wild and full of arrogant men. Thankfully, you are good at your job and eat men at breakfast..!
So, when you heard the famous MMA fighter Gojo Satoru made a bet that he will be able to sleep with you? You were ready...
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« I don't know what to respond to the girlfriends part but oh sweetheart I will not mind being unprofessional with you, he teased with a proud smirk. »
You raised your eyebrows and chuckled. He wanted to play so hard, he wanted you. With a sweep of your hand you swept your hair back and crossed your legs. Your little top was killed him.
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The tension between you two was palpable. Everyone in the room could feel it even behind the camera, you could feel Shanti's shocked gaze on you.
"Did the beautiful Y/N L/N lost her words ?, he teased again."
You rolled her eyes and turned away to face Shanti.
"Cut this part please, we are going to do it again and again until Gojo decide to adopt a professional attitude, I said with a stoic expression."
Satoru scoffs and shake his head in disapproval.
"I am not a child, if you want me to continue this interview... you need to be a little more agreeable, he snaps back. – Don't tell me what to do Gojo, you replied in a tired tone."
He starts to laugh childishly, making fun of you in front of the whole crew. As the tension grew, you discreetly pressed your lips together, the corners of your mouth crinkling slightly. Your teeth pressed against the inside of your cheek, an almost involuntary act that you had developed over the years to keep your emotions in check. It was your way of keeping calm on the surface, even though inside you were boiling.
