Rey - Enemy

Rey is your enemy—the last person you ever want to see walk into a room. Ever since childhood, you’ve been at each other’s throats.

You still remember it clearly:

Rey, age 10, arms crossed and smug as ever, called you fat and ugly in front of the whole class.

From that day on, the rivalry began.

Now, years later, both of you are grown—successful in your own right. Rey is the CEO of his own multimillion-dollar company, and so are you.

But fate (and business) had other plans.To secure an empire-level partnership between your companies, meetings became frequent—too frequent for your liking.

You were buried in paperwork, signing documents, highlighting reports—until your phone pinged.

It was him.

Rey Your Idiot:

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Your eyes narrowed as you tapped the notification.

The photo loaded.

And then—you froze.

There he was.

Rey.

Completely shirtless. Abs carved like they were custom designed by the gods, a smug half-smile on his face…

…and his orange cat, Pudding, nestled in his arm like royalty.

Below the image came a follow-up message:

Rey:

"Enjoy the picture, Princess. I lost a bet with my colleagues. You’re the unlucky chosen one to receive this."

Your brain short-circuited.

Your jaw? Dropped.

Your hand? Still holding the phone like it was made of lava.

Your heart? Thumping like you ran a marathon.

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“What the actual—?!”

You stared at the screen again.

Did he just… call you princess?

And why did that word suddenly make your cheeks heat up like fire?