"Is this game really that much fun?" Tyler scoffed, watching Athena as she guided a little character through a puzzle on her tablet. “What's the point of controlling a tiny person and solving riddles in some make-believe world?"

He reached over and took Athena's hand, squeezing it in his own. "Come on, enough of this. Let's go out for some drinks-that's actually fun. Besides, didn't Doris ask if you wanted to get back into acting? If you come out with me, you'll get to meet some directors."

"Tyler, I really don't want to," Athena replied quietly.

She'd always been the reserved type. If she hadn't spent years stuck in the industry, she never would've forced herself into the spotlight.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Tyler's face. He couldn't shake the feeling that Athena didn't care for him as much as he hoped.

They'd spent the past week together-dining out, sharing showers, wandering through gardens. It was the most peaceful, domestic stretch of his life, but now it was starting to feel a little stale. Tyler craved excitement, the lively chaos he'd always loved, and he wished Athena would change a bit for him.

But she refused.

Tyler didn't press further. He leaned in, brushed a kiss across her cheek, and said, "I'm heading out to grab some drinks with Bert and the guys. I'll be back late."

"Okay," Athena murmured, already returning her attention to the tablet, lost in her puzzle game.

mood didn't improve on the drive over; his expression stayed stormy until he finally reached

to tease him, grinning as Tyler walked in. "If you stayed home any longer, man, we'd have to start

forgotten the bet he'd made with these guys. He

lit up. "Wait, is that the one that cost... what, a

couldn't hide a trace of smugness. "Yeah, it arrived fast, didn't it? She never buys herself anything fancy, but


unfastening the watch from Tyler's wrist to inspect it. "It's real,

out of

used to

Now you're talking about sincerity? Bert snorted.

half is nothing to any of us here, but are you actually attached to this

a girl. Tyler himself, notorious for his bad-boy reputation, had made a fortune not just from scripts but

just for fun. The bet was mine

what are you guys

just grinned, unclasped

wrist of the woman sitting beside him. He gave her a gentle

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