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When I uttered those words, countless past moments involving Jax Ryder flashed before my eyes like fragmented film reels.
At that party, I added him on SnapChat.
But there was no further contact.
Until that night, a feverish Jax Ryder, by some twist of fate, called me instead of the friend he intended to ask for medicine.
I carried a bag of fever reducers and used a code to open his apartment door.
His face was flushed with fever, and his mind was probably unclear.
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Tue, 26 Aug
After taking the medicine, his hot cheek pressed against my hand, rubbing back and
forth.
“I’m so hot, and so cold…”
I looked down at him, asking quietly: “Then, should I hold you?”
Jax Ryder looked at me with hazy, watery eyes, curving his lips, his voice hoarse.
“Sister, are you trying to take advantage of me?”
“Yes.”
I said, “But you also have a chance to refuse me.”
He didn’t answer.
He just reached out and pulled me, making me fall onto him.
My hands and body were always cool.
Perhaps finding it comfortable, he completely wrapped himself around
closer and closer.
me, pressing
“Sister, aren’t you uncomfortable wearing something so tight…?”
“Uncomfortable.”
I cupped his face. “Then you help me unbutton it, good boy.”
Even though it never reached the final step.
But all the confusion and intertwining of our relationship began that night.
I admit I was initially just looking for a thrill, never intending for it to last long with him.
I wanted that moment of pleasure.
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And he was so skilled at this back–and–forth game, I initially thought his intentions were
the same as mine.
A sudden grip on my wrist snapped me back to reality.
Jax Ryder, his face cold, clutched my wrist and strode forward, pulling me with him.
A reporter tried to block him and ask another question, but he raised an eyebrow, looking
at them with a half–smile:
“I’m going back to the team with my boss to review the game and discuss next season’s strategy. Do you all want to come and listen?”
The coldness and sharpness in his voice seemed almost impossible to suppress.
The reporter still wouldn’t give up, reaching out to try and block him: “Then the girlfriend you mentioned at the time-”
Jax Ryder lost his patience and uttered a single word, expressionless.
“Get lost.”
