Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 563

"Three rounds!"

"No problem," I shot back, grabbing the cue stick that felt just right in my hands.

"Good choice," he said, eyeing me like I'd just picked out some rare treasure.

I raised an eyebrow.

He smirked. "That's my favorite cue."

"Is that so?" I asked, matching his playful tone as I glanced down at the stick. That's when I noticed the engraving.

Curious, I leaned in closer. It read 'Hart.'

Before I could stop myself, the words slipped out: "This isn't your cue... it's..."

I almost said Hayden's but caught myself just in time. No way. Hayden and Hernan were total enemies. There was no way Hernan would have one of his cues, especially not something personalized like this. It was clearly for someone who took snooker seriously.

at snooker. He'd shrugged it off like it didn't matter, saying he was "just average." No way someone like him would splurge on a custom cue. And if he did, there was no way he'd leave it for Hernán to use like a trophy. "Whose is it?" Hernan

replied, keeping my cool. "But it's definitely not yours-someone else's

me a thumbs-up.

what Bruno used to call me. And now Hernan was using it too.

wasn't about to leave it at that. I locked eyes with him, unflinching. "Don't call me

raised an

a jerk used to call me

laughed, clearly entertained. "If you want to insult me, just say it.

I wasn't trying to insult him, but if he wanted to take it that

balls were set. I looked over the table.

waved me on, clearly wanting me to

snapped the cue ball into place, and broke- clearing the table in one go-just me

worry-just a casual round of applause. "Want a break, or

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