Chapter 4

‎She furrowed her brow, the anger bubbling up inside her as she stared at him, wondering what had made him think that she was trying to seduce him. The idea made her blood boil. Did he really think so little of her?

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‎Her gaze hardened, and she crossed her arms over her chest as she let the words fly out of her mouth, each syllable dripping with annoyance. "What makes you think I'm seducing you? Rating you from one to ten, I can't even give you a one," she said, her voice sharp and cutting. She locked eyes with him, not backing down for a second.

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‎He stared at her, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. His lips twitched upward, barely containing a smirk. He could sense the heat radiating off her, but it only made the challenge more enticing.

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‎"Then why did you wrap your hand around my neck, if you’re not seducing me?" he asked, his voice laced with a teasing edge. His eyes flicked over her face, studying every inch of her features, every muscle in her body that tensed and twitched with frustration. She was undeniably beautiful, even in her anger, and for a fleeting moment, he felt something stir within him. It was dangerous, the kind of attraction that made his pulse quicken, but he wasn't about to back off.

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‎Her lips curled into a sarcastic smile. She leaned in just slightly, her voice dripping with irritation. "Because you irritate me," she spat. "I wanted to get rid of you, and it worked. So don’t flatter yourself." As she spoke, she place both hands firmly on his chest, guiding his body away from hers as though she had the power to push him into submission.

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‎For the first time in his life, he froze. The words stung more than he expected. Embarrassment flickered across his face, a rare vulnerability he quickly masked with a flicker of amusement. He stood there, unsure of how to respond, his usual cocky confidence faltering for just a moment. But then, an idea formed in his mind, an idea that made his smirk deepen, a plan that might push her buttons in ways she wouldn't see coming.

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‎Seeing the shift in his expression, she narrowed her eyes, immediately sensing that whatever was brewing in his mind wasn’t going to be good. Her instincts screamed at her to be on guard, but it was already too late.

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‎"Since you called me a pervert earlier," he said, his voice darkening, "then I guess I’ll just act like one." His grin stretched wider, something dangerously playful dancing in his eyes. Before she could react, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that was bold, uninvited, and full of intent.

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‎The shock of it hit her like a jolt of electricity. For a split second, she forgot to breathe, her thoughts scattered, her body frozen in place. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a challenge. It was a message, clear as day, one that said he wasn’t going to back down. And whether she liked it or not, he was in control now.

‎“What wh…” she tried to speak, but before she could finish her sentence, he had already captured her lips with his. His hands, firm yet gentle, gripped her slim waist, guiding her closer to him. She gasped softly in surprise, her breath hitching as his presence engulfed her entirely.

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‎Seeing her struggle against the intensity of the kiss, he couldn’t resist teasing her. With a slight bite to her lower lip, he coaxed a soft yelp from her, an involuntary sound that only gave him more room to deepen the kiss, devouring her mouth with an urgent hunger.

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‎Her body, trembling slightly, leaned into him as if she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. But when she felt herself running out of breath, she pulled back, though reluctantly, as her chest rose and fell quickly. He let her go, his lips lingering on the edge of her mouth as he gently cradled her head in his arm, offering some support.

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‎She looked at him, a mix of confusion and anger in her eyes. “What did you just do?” Her voice shook slightly, not from fear, but from the storm of emotions rushing through her. She pushed herself out of his arms, glaring at him with a fierce intensity.

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‎A teasing smirk spread across his lips as he watched her, still recovering from the kiss. “I can show you again, if you'd like,” he said playfully, his gaze dipping to her soft, inviting lips. His throat went dry, his desire for her growing as he swallowed hard, his words laced with something far more daring than before.

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‎Her eyes flashed with fury, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as she shot him a glare that could burn. “I will make you regret this,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice filled with a defiant edge as she turned away, taking a few steps toward the road.

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‎He chuckled softly at her words, his smirk never fading. “Looking forward to it,” he replied, his tone still light but underlined with a challenge. He casually leaned back against the car, resting his weight on his hands as he shoved them into his pockets. His eyes roamed over her form, taking in the way her body moved, the way her disheveled hair framed her face.

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‎But it wasn’t just the way she looked; it was the little things that caught his attention, like the dust and dirt on her shoes, the ones she’d used to stop him earlier. He couldn’t help but smile wickedly, knowing she’d never be able to get away from him, not truly.