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You didn’t like Jude Bellingham the moment you met him. Maybe it was the smug grin or the way he leaned back like he owned the whole damn VIP section.

“Model girl, right?” he asked lazily, eyes raking over you.

You scoffed. “Football boy, right? Thought you’d be taller.”

The tension was instant, crackling. Your mutual friend Bella shot you both a look. “Behave.”

But you didn’t.

At the club, you kept bumping into him. Literally. He never moved. Just smirked.

“You always this clumsy, or is it just around me?” he murmured in your ear, breath warm.