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“A game? What kind of game? Will there be prizes?” Layla perked up, dropping her utensils and turning on her stool so she could completely face Alaric.

If there was one thing she loved doing the most in the world, it was playing and winning games. Especially the winning part. Even better if it had prizes.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Alaric chuckled, placing his elbow on the kitchen island and leaning his head on it. “Yes, there will be prizes. But no turning back if you lose. And don’t worry, I won’t ask anything outrageous of you.”

“Deal. What’s the game?” She quipped, swinging her legs.

A part of her warned that she was trusting a man without a single thought. He could ask her for anything, literally anything, perverted or not perverted. She didn’t know what she was agreeing to.

She shoved that part into a dustbin. It was Alaric. She knew some guys would try to take advantage of the situation but she trusted Alaric. In her soul, she just knew he wasn’t that type of person.

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