"You're impossible to work with. I can't stand you."
"And yet you're still here, why is that?"
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When Addison Blake gets dragged into a fake relationship with Juju Watkins in order to save a sponsorship deal...
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"What the hell do you think you are doing huh?" Juju hissed as her hands roughly moved to my waist and she took a step closer.
My pulse started to quicken at how close we were. We were so close, I could feel her hot breath fan my face and it was only now that I took her in. She was completely pissed.
"Why are you always trying to embarass me with Rayah?" Juju hissed again before taking another step forward.
Now our chests were completely pressed against one another and the contact made my knees feel weak. Juju's hands moved around to my lower back before she slowly moved them down. I felt a crinkle form in between my eyebrows and a gasp immediately leave my lips as her hands placed themselves on my ass. Her fingers curled in as she pulled my lower body closer to her so that every part of us was touching.
"Don't you dare manhandle me—," I slurred as I placed my hands on Juju's shoulders trying to push her away before she interupted me by leaning closer to my ear, brushing her lips up against it.
"Careful ma, we have an audience," she whispered into my ear, purposefully pressing her lips onto it more than she needed to.
I glanced around the hallway and I realised she was right. There were a few people scattered around, most of them staring right at us. I couldn't cause a scene or else people would start talking. Having rumours that we were fighting at a party would not be good.
"Doesn't mean you can touch my ass babe," I whispered back into her ear as I wrapped my arms around her neck making sure to scrape the side of her neck with my nails, harshly. She pulled her head back, wincing at the sensation before a smirk appeared on her face, like it always did.
"You didn't make any rules about where I can touch you," Juju replied in a fake sweet voice as she continued to smirk at me. She was the most infruriating person I had ever met in my life but I was not going to let her win. I needed her hands off me immediately, they made me feel sick.
"If you don't take your hands off my ass, I'm going to snap your neck," I threatened while leaning closer to her face, nudging my nose off of hers while unwrapping my arms so that I could move my hands to place them around her neck and I began pressing my nails into her skin.
Her mouth opened a bit and at that moment, I swear I heard a small groan escape from her lips, only causing my nails to dig into her skin deeper. She licked her lips as she gazed down at mine hungrily. She was really good at putting on a show for the people around us. To them, we looked like two horny lovebirds but we knew the truth. I couldn't hate this girl more if I tried and I'm sure she felt the same way about me.
Juju chuckled lowly before she moved her hands away from my ass. Moving them back up to my waist slowly but not before she made sure to dip her hands under my skirt slightly as she did, causing my skirt to ride up my thighs. I shuddered at the touch as her eyes met mine again.
