Amahle and Jey thought they had overcome the worst of their challenges of their relationship. Their love, forged in the fires of adversity, seemed unbreakable.
But, as they settle on their new paths they both try to tackle, unforeseen obstacles beg...
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~ Charmed
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LEAH|
A week and a half later...
I was finishing up my training session at the Performance Center, wiping the sweat from my forehead when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hey Leeeah," Carmelo's smooth voice cut through the noise of the gym.
I turned around, plastering a smile on my face as I grabbed my water bottle. "Hey, Melo," I replied, keeping my tone casual.
He sauntered over with that same cocky grin that he always wore, his eyes lingering on me a little longer than necessary. "You been killin' it in the ring, girl. Everybody's been talking 'bout you."
I chuckled, taking a sip of my water. "Just trying to make a name for myself, you know how it is."
For the past week, I'd been spending more time with Melo than I ever thought I would. It wasn't exactly by choice—I despised his cocky attitude, the way he carried himself like he was untouchable. But this was part of the plan Amahle and I had crafted, and I had to push my feelings aside to play my role.
Melo had no idea that every time I smiled at him, nodded at his stories, or let him think he was getting closer to me, it was all for a bigger purpose. A little part of me enjoyed watching him fall into the trap so easily, thinking he was in control.
He stepped even closer now, his gaze lingering just a little too long. "So, I was wonderin' what you doin' later?" His voice had that smooth, almost lazy confidence, like he knew what answer he was expecting to get.
I kept my cool, taking another sip of water before answering. "Hmm, I don't know, Melo," I said, dragging out the words just enough to make him think I was considering it. "I've got a pretty tight schedule for this tournament. Why?"
He grinned, leaning casually against the ropes, looking too smug for his own good. "Thought we could hang out, maybe grab a bite somewhere, again. You know, take a break from all this training and kick it for a bit."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead giving him a small, thoughtful smile. I had to remind myself—this was all part of the game. Melo was the pawn, and soon enough, he'd be right where we needed him. But for now, I had to let him think he was calling the shots.
"Alright, maybe," I said, giving him a playful shrug. "I'll think about it."
He grinned, clearly thinking he was making progress. "Bet. I'll hit you up later then."
