The Game They Can’t Win

As I walked through the dimly lit streets, I spotted Abigail standing near her luxurious Bentley, a bright smile on her face.

But I wasn't fooled.

With my keen senses, I immediately noticed Joshua approaching from behind me.

"Heh. So that's how it is, huh?"

I smirked, already knowing where this was going.

In the original story, this was one of the moments where Abigail humiliated my past self. She'd act all warm, smiling at me as if she still cared—only for Joshua to come from behind and shove me away like trash.

Their little power play.

Their pathetic game.

But today?

It wasn't going to play out the way they expected.

I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as I took a slow drag.

Joshua's footsteps grew louder.

I didn't turn around.

Didn't even acknowledge him.

Just as he moved to shove me, I casually stepped aside.

"Tch."

Joshua's momentum betrayed him, and he stumbled forward like a clown.

I exhaled a cloud of smoke, smirking. "Damn, Josh. You should watch where you're going."

His face flushed with anger, but before he could say anything, my attention shifted.

I had already lost interest in him and Abigail.

Because across the street, I saw something far more interesting.

A beautiful woman riding a sleek black motorcycle.

Turning the Tables

With a smooth stride, I walked toward her, completely ignoring Abigail and Joshua.

I smirked, tilting my head. "Hey, Beautiful. Mind giving me a ride to a certain place?"

Her big, mesmerizing eyes widened as she took in my sculpted physique, my sharp jawline, my commanding aura.

A faint blush crept up her face.

"Wow… Your body structure and face… It's as if you're a deity."

I chuckled, flicking away some ash from my cigarette. "Flattering, but I'm just a man. A man of my word."

I glanced back at Abigail and Joshua, who were still frozen, watching the scene unfold.

Abigail's smile had vanished.

Joshua looked pissed.

And I?

I just smirked.

"Well?" I looked back at the woman, flashing my signature confidence-filled grin.

"How about that ride?"

The woman on the bike hesitated for only a second before her lips curled into a playful smirk.

"Hop on, handsome."

Without missing a beat, I swung my leg over the sleek black motorcycle, settling behind her effortlessly. My hands rested lightly on her waist, not out of necessity—but to make a statement.

I could feel Abigail's eyes burning into my back.

Joshua clenched his fists, his face twisting in anger.

"Tch." I exhaled a cloud of smoke, flicking my cigarette to the ground as the engine rumbled beneath us.

I leaned in slightly, my lips close to the woman's ear. "Let's make this interesting. Full speed."

She shivered at the low timbre of my voice before nodding. "Hold on tight, then."

With a roar, the motorcycle sped forward, tires screeching as we shot past Abigail and Joshua.

I didn't look back.

I didn't need to.

Their Reactions? Predictable.

Abigail's pride had just taken a massive hit.

She expected me to fall into her trap, to be humiliated by Joshua's pathetic attempt at asserting dominance.

But instead, she watched as I effortlessly walked away—not just ignoring her, but riding off with another beautiful woman.

Joshua?

That idiot was probably fuming, his ego shattered.

Meanwhile, On the Road

The wind rushed past us, the city lights a blur as the woman skillfully maneuvered the motorcycle through traffic.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke.

"That was… interesting. What's the story with them?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Just some people who think they can control me."

She hummed, intrigued. "Well, you definitely showed them otherwise."

I smirked, resting one hand lazily on my knee. "I don't bow to anyone."

She let out a small laugh, glancing at me from the side. "I like that."

I tilted my head, studying her. "And what about you? What's your name, Beautiful?"

She grinned. "Ava."

I smirked. "Ava, huh? I think this is the start of an interesting night."

She revved the engine. "Let's see if you can keep up, then."

With that, she accelerated, the bike roaring down the road.

And for the first time in a long time, I actually enjoyed the moment.

As the motorcycle slowed to a stop, the hum of the engine faded into the quiet night. We had reached my destination—a small, dimly lit alley near my office.

I swung my leg over the bike and stepped off effortlessly, stretching my arms slightly.

Ava removed her helmet, shaking out her long, dark hair, her eyes flickering with amusement as she looked at me. "Well, that was fun."

I smirked. "Not bad, Beautiful. You've got some skills."

She laughed, resting her elbow on the handlebars. "And here I thought you were just some pretty face with an attitude."

I chuckled. "You'll find I'm full of surprises."

I pulled out a silver lighter from my jacket, flipping it open before flicking it shut again. A habit I picked up when I was thinking.

Then, with a slight nod, I met her gaze. "Thanks for the ride, Ava. I appreciate it."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's it? No asking for my number? No smooth pick-up line?"

I smirked. "If we're meant to meet again, we will."

Her eyes lingered on me for a moment before she smirked back. "Mysterious. I like that."

She put her helmet back on, revved the engine once, and with a teasing glance, said, "Don't get yourself into too much trouble, Samuel."

I smirked. "No promises."

With that, she sped off into the night, disappearing into the city lights.

I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I turned toward my real goal.

Time to get back to work.