"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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I stared back at Juju in disbelief at her confession. If this was anyone else, I'd be sure of what they were saying, I'd know exactly what they meant by those words, but this wasn't anyone else. This was Juju and that meant I needed her to explain herself.
"Why?" I whispered as I took another step back from her, scared of how close we were to each other now.
"I don't know," Juju whispered back as she continued to stare at me, her eyes darting all around my face as she tried to gage my reaction to her confession.
"You don't know?" I scoffed at her reply as I inched further away from her. We were so close. We were finally getting somewhere and now, she couldn't even answer a simple question?
"I just do, okay?" Juju spat as she took another step closer to me.
"I hate it," Juju spoke again but this time her voice was softer. She reached her hand out to grab mine before she retracted it quickly, suddenly unsure as to what to do with herself.
"That doesn't make any sense," I replied as I shook my head and I felt tears start to prick my eyes. The intensity of this conversation was getting to me and I don't know how much longer I could last in this room with Juju.
"Well, what about you?" Juju sneered before she took a final step towards me and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"You're just using Rayah to make me jealous," Juju spat and a small grin seemed to play on her lips as she continued to stare at me.
"What? No, I'm not!" I squealed back in surprise at Juju's sudden accusation. This girl really was up her obsessed with herself wasn't she?
"Yes, you are!" Juju snapped back as she leaned her face down closer to mine and she inspected my face, looking for any signs that I was lying.
I felt heat start to rise to my cheeks at our sudden proximity and I took another step behind me just to feel the hotel room door come into contact with my back. This was just perfect.
"Why do you even care about Rayah and I when you have Ivy?" I snapped back as I tried to divert the focus of the conversation back onto Juju and her actions instead of mine.
"She told me all about your night together," I continued as I saw how Juju's face contorted into an expression of confusion.
"What are you—," Juju began to speak as she brought her hands up to her head and pressed her fingers into her temples with aggravation but I interrupted her before she could ask another stupid question.
"Don't play dumb!" I snapped as I crossed my arms over my chest and I leaned back further into the door, trying to get as far away from Juju as I could.
"She told me all about it in the club bathroom last night," I spoke again as I remembered the memory of meeting Ivy in the bathroom and her taunting me with information about their night together.
