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"Lonely? Maybe. But looking at you now, all grown up and pretending to have it all together… I'd say it's worth a little blackmail just to get you alone." He murmured, "You're still so hot when you're angry, Theo. did you know that? The way your cheeks flush and your eyes flash... it's adorable. Makes me remember exactly why I could never truly forget you even after all these years."
His backhanded compliment sparked something in me, igniting a wave of irritation despite my pulse quickening in annoyance.
"Oh, please. Spare me the flirty nostalgia. You call me hot while admitting you stalked me and threatened to expose my life? That's not charm, Elias...that's just sad. Next you're going to tell me I look better when I'm five seconds away from punching your crazy ass."
He chuckled low, the sound rich and unrepentant, leaning casually against the glass table as though we were just chatting over drinks instead of facing off in a blackmail showdown.
