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Jake had a ritual—one he treated like grooming, like checking his reflection before stepping into the world.

When a woman called, he never answered on the first ring. Or the second. Or the third.

He’d watch the screen light up, studying his own name glowing back at him like proof.

Every ring was a measurement. Every pause was a test.

How much of herself will she give up? How long will she chase? How far will she bend before she realizes he’s not bending at all?

Jake didn’t need to say a word. The ringing did the talking for him.

And when she finally hung up—only to call again—he’d smile, slow and satisfied.

Because to Jake, the phone wasn’t a phone. It was a mirror. And every woman who kept calling was just another reflection of how irresistible he believed he was.

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