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Now, the door to the private lounge opened. A tall, striking woman—a stranger—paused, looking for a quiet corner. Agatha shot Eve a triumphant smirk. Too easy, that look said.

Finally, the stranger rose. She walked directly to Eve, placed a napkin with a number on the table, and whispered, “If you’re ever tired of your friend’s company… call me.”

Eve tilted her head. “How so?”

Agatha’s smirk faltered.

“Darling,” Agatha murmured, closing the distance until her lips ghosted over Eve’s ear. “You’re a brilliant actress. But you forgot one thing.”

As the door clicked shut, Agatha stared. Her jaw was tight, but her eyes were molten.

Wagered Affection

The wager was forgotten. The stranger’s number lay untouched. Because the only prize that mattered was already leaning in, and the only bet either of them wanted to win… was each other.

The air stilled.

“The vixen always knows when she’s being hunted.” Vixen - Eve Sweet and Agatha Vega - Wagered Aff...

“You lost,” Eve said softly, sliding the napkin aside.

The amber glow of the penthouse bar reflected off two highball glasses. Eve Sweet swirled her drink, the ice clinking a soft, deliberate rhythm. Across from her, Agatha Vega leaned back in the leather chair, a portrait of smoldering confidence. The air between them wasn't just charged; it was a live wire.

“No,” Agatha breathed, leaning across the table. Her hand caught Eve’s wrist. “I won. Because you just proved my point.” Now, the door to the private lounge opened

Eve Sweet, Agatha Vega