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34. Another jerk
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2024-10-29 19:42:56When all the women went to change, Matthew pulled out Mike, almost by force, from the male’s company. He wanted to discuss some strategy, and most of all, prevent his cousin from publicly losing some teeth or a few bruises.
“I understand that you can’t tolerate him. He gets on my nerves too.” Matthew tried to be reasonable.
“My hands are itching to ‘correct’ that charming smile. I wish I could kick his pretty butt!”
“We don't know if there are a few paparazzi lurking nearby. I bet he is just waiting to be attacked by you.” Matthew paused for a moment to give him some time to consider the consequences.
“Hmm…”
“A black eye, or just a smart face of the famous playboy, wouldn't come off the front pages of the tabloids for the next few days. But what about your reputation? Is it worth it?”
"Giving him a good thud is priceless, Bro!”
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