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Game On - L.H

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Parts 8
Time 55m

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5secondsofsummer 5sos ashtonirwin calumhood love lukehemmings michaelclifford

"Wanna make a bet?" He smirked, holding his hand out for me to take.

"What do I get if I win?" I ask, hesitating to take his hand.

"I'll leave you alone, and stop hitting on you."

"Sounds good. But what do you get?" I questioned, knowing their was something more to this.

"Nothing, sex with you is enough."

Maybe is was because I've been drink, but this didn't sound too bad. I never back down from a challenge, and I know I could win this. There's no way I would fall for a douch like him.

"Deal?" He asked, holding his hand out once again.

"Deal."All Rights Reserved

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