The Love Game

The Love Game

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"You think you can change me?" Leo let himself chuckle lightly at her declaration and hummed in amusement. "Alright, I'll play along. You have one year." - - Leandro Àlvero, better known as Leo, has always known he's never been the best partner in the world. He was unreadable. He was unreachable. And too many wanted to know what lay beneath his facade. Enter Alivia Elata. They had been put in the same world history class and later on, found out that they worked at the same warehouse. She found the mystery surrounding Leandro intriguing. A fun unknown to try and uncover. But Leo's facade ran a bit deeper than most seemed to realize. So Alivia decided to test it. She wanted to see if she had what it took to keep Leo in a committed relationship for longer than one full year. Let the love games begin.
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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