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The warm night air of Acapulco buzzed with conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses as the ATP players and their guests gathered for the prestigious all-white opening party. The terrace overlooked the ocean, the moon casting a soft glow over the elegant crowd dressed in crisp white attire.
Y/N adjusted the silky fabric of her dress, smoothing it over her hips as she scanned the party. The dress was stunning—Ben had told her at least five times already how good she looked in it. His eyes had practically lit up when he saw her, his hand lingering on her waist longer than necessary, a smirk playing on his lips when he leaned down to whisper, “You do realize every guy here is going to be staring at you, right?”
She had laughed it off, brushing a kiss against his cheek before they entered the party together.
Now, as she stood near one of the tall cocktail tables, waiting for Ben to return with their drinks, she took a slow breath, enjoying the ambiance. That was, until a voice interrupted her peace.
“Can I just say—you look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”
Y/N turned, her polite smile already in place as she faced the man who had approached her. He was tall, well-dressed, and clearly confident in his approach. His smile was charming, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her stomach turn slightly.
“Thank you,” she said, keeping her tone even as she glanced subtly toward the bar, hoping Ben would hurry up.
The man, undeterred, stepped closer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these before. Are you here with someone, or is this my lucky night?”
Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m actually here with my boyfriend,” she said lightly, shifting her weight just enough to subtly create space between them.
The man chuckled. “Boyfriend, huh? Lucky guy. But he must not be too worried if he left you all alone.”
Y/N stiffened slightly, her patience wearing thin. “He just went to grab us drinks,” she said, her voice still polite but firmer this time. “And trust me, he has nothing to worry about.”
The man’s smirk didn’t falter, but before he could reply, a familiar presence appeared at Y/N’s side.
Ben.
His hand found the small of her back, his grip firm, possessive—but not forceful. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told her everything she needed to know.
“Hey, babe,” Ben said smoothly, handing her a glass of champagne before turning his full attention to the man in front of them. “Something going on here?”
The man hesitated, suddenly less confident now that Ben was standing between him and Y/N. “Oh, we were just talking,” he said, his tone noticeably more cautious now.
Ben didn’t smile. “Yeah? Funny, because from over there, it looked a lot like you were bothering my fiancée.”
Y/N blinked. Fiancée?
The man’s expression faltered slightly. “I—uh, didn’t realize,” he muttered. “No offense, man.”
Ben didn’t move, his gaze unwavering. “None taken. But if I were you, I’d make sure I realize next time before approaching someone else’s girl.”
The man nodded quickly before muttering something under his breath and walking away.
As soon as he was gone, Y/N turned to Ben, biting back a smirk.
“Fiancée?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow.
Ben exhaled through his nose, taking a sip of his drink. “What?” he asked, acting innocent.
Y/N folded her arms, looking up at him with amusement. “I didn’t realize we got engaged.” She tilted her head. “Unless I missed the whole proposal part.”
Ben finally let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “It got the guy to back off, didn’t it?”
Y/N hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. “Mhm, or maybe someone got just a little jealous.”
Ben scoffed. “Jealous? Me?”
Y/N grinned. “Oh, definitely jealous. The way you came marching over here with that whole ‘I’m big and scary’ act?” She leaned in slightly, dropping her voice to a teasing whisper. “You were fuming.”
Ben rolled his eyes. “I was not.”
“You so were.”
“Was not.”
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You basically growled at him, Ben.”
Ben huffed. “Well, can you blame me? The guy was practically drooling over you.”
“Well, I am very drool-worthy,” Y/N teased, flipping her hair dramatically.
Ben groaned, but there was amusement in his eyes as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her against him. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”
Y/N grinned up at him. “I know I am.”
Ben stared at her for a moment before leaning down, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. His voice dropped lower, playful but undeniably smug.
“You didn’t deny the fiancée thing, though.”
Y/N’s breath hitched slightly before she pulled back, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re impossible.”
Ben just smirked. “And yet, you love me for it.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips as she took his hand, leading him back toward the party.
Ben may have been jealous, but she had to admit—she kind of liked it.
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