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Enemy to Lover

SA Valentine

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Enemy to lover, Spicy Romance

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Chapter 2 - limo scene Update Time：24/05/24 19:36:00

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#babes-off-limits? #LiesMyBoyfriendTells Elara Keane is like a siren's call in a sea of mundane - every guy's dream and every girl's envy. She's the kind of girl who could make your heart do backflips with just a wink, and yet, she's got that adorable vibe that screams wifey material. But if you ask Ryker Draven, the tattooed, smoldering hot mess of a boxing champ, he'd tell you she's pure wildfire - beautiful and dangerous. The night Ryker defended his title, the press swarmed him like bees to honey. Cameras flashing, reporters elbowing each other out of the way, all itching for a piece of The Ace. And there's Elara, hanging back, her cool gaze slicing through the chaos like a blade. "So, Ryker, rumor has it you go full monk mode before a fight. Booze and babes-off-limits. True story?" the reporter prods, eager for a scoop. Ryker, his face a roadmap of bruises and a trickle of blood painting his jawline, gives the kind of grin that should be illegal - it's that cocky. "Yeah, gotta stay sharp," he drawls, his voice a rough caress that could make a saint sin. Elara's poker face doesn't twitch. But inside, she's rolling her eyes so hard she can see her brain. If only they knew. Ryker's 'abstinence'? More like a joke they shared between tangled sheets and breathless laughs. Her friend, who's always up for some tea-spilling, nudges her. "Is the sex god really keeping it in his pants for a whole month?" Elara bites back a smirk. If only she could tweet the truth with a #LiesMyBoyfriendTells. But she plays it coy, her silence a perfect misdirection. "Poor thing," her friend sighs, "having a Greek god for a boyfriend and you can't even play naughty nurse." Little does she know, Elara and Ryker have a different kind of fight night ritual - one that involves less fighting and a lot more... cardio.
#Dude, Where's My Body?! Jason and Ava tuned into the chatter, their eyes locked onto each other, staring at the face they should be wearing. This Freaky Friday situation was something they never imagined, and any reaction seemed inadequate. They were simply dumbstruck, unsure of how to proceed. After a beat, it was the usually chill Ava who broke the silence, her voice unusually deep and shaky: "Something's off about that lake." "Should we call the cops?" Jason blurted out, instantly feeling like a tool. He gripped his warm cup, fighting the urge to chuck it, running his hand through his hair in frustration - only to pull at long tresses, making him even more irate, "So, smarty pants, what's your plan!" Ava stared at her own face, twisted in an unfamiliar scowl, and had to stifle a laugh. Then, under Jason's surprised gaze, she took a moment and replied softly, "We need to figure out if this is a temporary glitch or our new normal. This place is swarming with people, we need to find a safe spot first."