Eleanor's POV:
'Okay, fine. I'll admit it. I let that damn entertainment report wreck my focus. My mind couldn't shake the image of Jeffrey kissing April Moore, lost in April's arms, his lips so eager, so... lost in the moment.'
But I knew better than to let something like that distract me during a game. It was disrespectful, and even though I felt a sharp pang of embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel ashamed that Javier had called me out so bluntly.
"Sorry," I muttered, shoving my phone into my bag. I promised myself I wouldn't touch it again until the game was over.
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I lost focus for a moment, which cost me a misstep, but I still managed to win, just barely.
Javier didn't seem bothered by his defeat at all. He calmly rearranged the chess pieces and then, with a serious expre
