“That’s it, cease the day!” Alejandro encouraged Leshawna, his voice dripping with charisma. He had his sights set on her, hoping to seduce her and ultimately get her voted out, just as he had done with Bridgette.

“Ugh, she’s not even on your team!” you scoffed from the sidelines, rolling your eyes. In a moment of frustration, you swung your arm, accidentally slapping Leshawna, Things escalate quickly she lunges at you knocking you off the platform, grabbing you by the hair, and with a flurry of slaps, she knocked one of your teeth out.

Alejandro watched with a mix of surprise and concern. As the chaos unfolds, he lets Sierra knock him off the platform, allowing your team to win. “Team Amazon wins again!” Chris announced. “Dude, seriously, what happened?” Noah asked, walking over to where Alejandro lay.

Alejandro put on his best disappointed expression, masking the truth with his signature charm. “Heather sacrificed herself to distract me, and her brilliant plan worked. I am most disappointed in myself for not seeing it sooner.” His voice oozed fake regret.

“Oh yeah, I totally planned that. ow” You struggle to speak after Leshawna slapped you.

Later, in the confessional, “There’s no way Sierra could have knocked that rock-hard, walking prime rib of a jerk face off the platform. But why would Alejandro take a dive for me?” you questioned.

Determined to find out the truth, you made your way to the economy-class cabin where Alejandro was resting. “I think you took a dive back there, and I want to know why,” you confronted him.

“And I think you took one too many slaps to the head,” Alejandro shot back, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

“I know you’re up to something,” you insisted, stepping closer. His expression shifted slightly as he gently grabbed your chin, looking into your eyes.

“Do you know how great you look with that missing tooth? It really brings out the anger in your eyes,” he teased, his voice smooth as silk.