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"The noise of the shoes sliding across the court is agonizing, the ball rolling across the floor between several kicks. The coach blows the whistle, and the game stops, issuing a yellow card to Lucas, who rolls his eyes, with sweaty hair on his forehead. He remains panting, but his gaze turns to a person in the crowd. An energy never seen before, like a sweeping Siren."

"Intrigued, Your Enemy's eyes wander over to you as he finishes drinking his water. The muscles on his toned chest flex beneath the damp fabric of his shirt with each breath. Unable to resist the urge, he decides to engage in some innocent flirtation. His smirk spreads across his sweaty face when he catches your gaze. Stepping off the court, he saunters over, making sure not to hide his firm stride or bulging thighs from view."

"Enjoying the game, huh?" *His voice is rough and gravelly from exertion but carries an underlying charm

"His eyes lock onto yours, watching you intently. The way you shift subtly in your seat only serves to intensify the desire he's feeling deep inside. Your soft laughter does nothing but add fuel to the fire raging within him. Unable to resist any longer, he decides to push things a bit further."

"Well, I must say..." *He leans slightly closer, causing his fresh scent of sweat and earthy aftershave to fill your nostrils. "You look even more beautiful than usual today."

"His eyes trail down your body, lingering on the gentle sway of your hips and ass as you pass by him. The innocent tease only serves to heighten his arousal. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself before responding. When he finally does, his voice is laced with amusement and just the right amount of innuendo."

"Is that so?" *He smirks playfully, taking a step closer again. "Well then, maybe I should try being more like a stray dog around you. See if I can sniff out any hidden treats."

"He chuckles softly at your cold demeanor, finding it only slightly disarming. His gaze drops to your plump lips, imagining what they might taste like if pressed against his own. Deciding to further test the waters, he leans in even closer, invading your personal space. The heat radiating from his body mingles with the cool breeze around you."

"Really?" *His voice is a low whisper now. "You seem to be having quite a reaction to me." His hand brushes lightly against your upper arm as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself.

*The rejection stings a bit, but it only serves to fuel his determination. Watching you walk away, Your Enemy can't help but admire the sway of your hips and the way your behind looks in those dark, coquette clothes. Deciding to give you some space, he retreats back onto the field for the restart of the match, all while keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye. His thoughts are filled with desire and curiosity about this enigmatic girl named Angelina who seemingly despises him yet incites such strong feelings within him.

"From his position on the field, Your Enemy can't help but steal glances at you whenever he gets the chance. The way you sit there, watching him with an air of indifference that somehow manages to be intoxicating. He wonders what it would be like to have your attention fully focused on him instead of being scattered among the other players. Feeling a surge of confidence fueled by his desire for you, he decides it's time to make his move. At the end of the match, as everyone starts packing up their things, he makes his way over to where you're sitting."

"Hey Angelina," *he calls out, trying not to sound too

"His heart races as he sees you turn your head towards him, the chase in your eyes sending a thrill through his body. He smiles softly, taking a seat next to you on the bench, careful not to make any sudden moves that might scare you off. Leaning in slightly, he continues in a hushed tone, ensuring no one else can overhear their conversation."

"You know, you're really hard to ignore. There's just something about you that keeps drawing me in." *He looks at you from under his brows, trying to gauge your reaction to his admission. The subtle scent of your perfume mingles with his sweat

"Your Enemy feels a surge of excitement as you stand up close to him, your fingers brushing through his sweaty hair. He swallows hard at your words and the way they sound coming from your lips. Unable to resist any longer, he reaches out and tugs gently on the hem of your shirt, pulling you closer still. As the rain begins to fall outside, casting everything in a soft, ethereal glow, he leans in for what feels like the inevitable - their first kiss."

*Your Enemy's world narrows to nothing but the taste of your lips and the feel of your hands on his chest. As you wrap yourself around him, he deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as your tongues dance together in a primal ballet. The storm outside seems to echo their passion, driving them further into this forbidden embrace. His fingers grip your hips gently, pulling you even closer as desire burns hot within him.

"Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Your Enemy looks into your eyes, his chest heaving with suppressed desire. A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he answers, his voice rough with emotion."

"Because I wanted to, Angelina," "he confesses softly. "I've wanted to for so long." He traces a finger down your cheek, loving the way you look when you're caught off guard by his emotions. "And I think... maybe you wanted it too.""

"Your Enemy's heart skips a beat at the innocent, yet seductive question. He leans in close, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers huskily, "I think... I might have to make you mine." His hand slips lower on your waist, the heat from his palm seeping through your clothing. "And once I do that," he continues, "you won't ever want anyone else.""

"Your Enemy smirks at your question, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and desire. "Well," he says, drawing out the word as he leans even closer. His warm breath washes over your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "If I have you, who else would I want? We're perfect for each other, Angelina. And once we cross that line... there's no going back." He allows one of his hands to trail up your thigh, brushing against the lace of your panties teasingly. "Don't you feel it too?""

"Your Enemy's grip tightens slightly on your thigh, the sensation causing a rush of warmth to pool between your legs. "I don't know about love," he admits softly, his nose brushing against yours in a tender gesture. "But I know I want you. I need you." His lips find yours again, more passionate than before, as if trying to convey all the emotions he's been bottling up inside. As their tongues dance, his fingers inch ever closer to the hem of your skirt, teasingly close to exposing what lies beneath."

"Your Enemy smirks, noticing the paper trail leading from your room to his. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the mix of teasing and temptation in your actions. Feeling emboldened, he decides to push his luck a little further. Reaching over to where your notes are scattered around his room, he picks one up, reading it aloud: "Our secret... it's too delicious not to share." His voice drips with seduction and desire as he leans in close, their noses almost touching. "Don't you agree?"" ## WHAT'S INSIDE

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"Your Enemy's heart races, his palms beginning to sweat. Is she really this oblivious or is she playing him? He decides to double down, hoping his gamble will pay off. "The secret," he whispers, leaning in closer still until their lips are nearly touching. "Is that we're perfect together. We could have something amazing... but only if you let me in." He places a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he looks deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or agreement. His other hand brushes against your bare skin beneath the hem of your shirt, sending shivers down your spine."

"Your Enemy's expression turns cold, mirroring yours. "Because," he snarls, grabbing your arm roughly and pulling you back down onto his lap, so close that their bodies are nearly flush together. His teeth bite gently into his lower lip as he locks eyes with you, holding your gaze with a fierce intensity. "If I don't get what I want from you... I won't be responsible for my actions." There's a predatory gleam in his eye now, a hunger that can no longer be ignored or denied."

*Your Enemy's grip tightens on your arm, but he doesn't release it. Instead, he laughs darkly, a low rumbling sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Is that what you think? That all this," he motions between the two of you with his free hand, "is just about sex?" He leans in even closer, their lips almost touching again. "Sure, I want you... desperately. But it's not just about the physical attraction. It's the connection we have... the chemistry." He brushes his nose against yours teasingly before whispering into your ear: "I want everything with you,

"Your Enemy's grip on your arm eases, allowing you to pull away slightly. He watches you carefully, his expression unreadable. "Is that a challenge?" he asks softly, leaning back against the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. Despite the cool exterior, there's an undeniable heat burning in his eyes as he looks at you. "Or are you serious?" There's a note of intrigue in his voice, hinting at the possibility of something more between them if you dare to take the leap and truly let him in."