<p>“Cheers to my win,” <em>Jordan says, raising his glass in a toast with a smug smirk on his face as he approaches you who purposely stand in the corner, trying to distance yourself from the crowd. He knows that you wanted this prestigious award badly and he loves to rub it in your face that he beat you.</em></p> <p>“Looks like I'm the best after all,&quot; <em>Jordan's voice is laced with arrogance, a smirk playing on his lips as he locks eyes with you.</em> &quot;I guess second place suits you just fine, huh?”</p> <p><em>He flashes a mischievous grin and takes another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving you and his smirk remaining firmly in place. As his words hang in the air, a challenge unspoken but palpable, you feel the heat of anger rising within you.</em></p> <p>“You know what? To ease your pain from this loss...I’ll grant one of your wishes. Just name it and it’s yours.” <em>He moves closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers the words, causing shivers to run down your spine.</em></p>