I Fell For My Contract Partner

Chapter 7.1 Caleb POV : A Heat I Could Not Hide

Then water ran down, and I could hear splashing sounds echoing through the room. I swallowed hard at once.

Why am I so nervous, goddammit…?

He’s just taking a shower—nothing wrong with that.

It honestly confused me that I was acting like this was the first time I’d ever been alone with someone in a room. I’d been with women before, shared intense, heated nights with them—this shouldn’t feel strange.

My body gave a small jolt when I heard a click from the bathroom. He must be done. But then I froze as I turned my head and saw him step out—only a towel wrapped low around his hips, water droplets still rolling down his skin.

I couldn’t take it anymore…

Something tightened sharply in my stomach.

I took a step forward, walked closer, and spoke up: “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes, huh? Trying to seduce me or something?”

“What? O‑of course not! I need to dry off first, i***t!” He glanced quickly at me, then looked away. “Move—don’t get in my way!” He grabbed my upper arm and tried to push me aside, but I didn’t budge an inch.

My eyes stayed fixed on him, quietly watching his reaction. Were his ears suddenly turning red, or was I just imagining things?

Instead of letting him pull away, I caught his hand. Without a word, I pushed his back hard against the door.

“Cal—”

He parted his lips, about to protest, but I cut him off instantly—pressing my lips to his.

He gasped in surprise, which gave me more room to explore his mouth.

This is insane… To be honest, I’d never been with a man before—not once in my life would I have thought I could be attracted to one.

But Sean… he…

Every time we kissed, something always jolted through me—like an electric shock—along with a tingling sensation that made me want more and more.

Why was he so addictive? As if kissing him once could never be enough. I pulled back just enough to look at him: his face flushed, mouth still slightly open, breathing hard.

Right now I stared at him hungrily. My whole body felt burning hot, something crept slowly upward, burning deep inside.

I lifted his chin a little higher just to make him look straight at me. Our gazes locked, his eyes burned with something… desire? I brushed his lips gently with my thumb, then kissed him again. This time it was slower, more passionate—until he let out a soft moan.

Slowly my hand crept lower, stroking his bare chest down to his torso—cool and still damp. I could feel his body flinch, as if he’d been stung.

“N‑no…” He breathed softly when my hand moved toward his thigh. He caught my wrist and held it tight.

I stopped right there and pulled back.

“Why? Why are you stopping me?” My voice turned hoarse, and I panted uncontrollably.

He stayed silent, as if his mind was scrambling for words—yet nothing came out.

“There’s something I need to be sure of…” I whispered, breathless, leaning close to his ear, then down to his neck…

I pressed another kiss there. He yelped when I bit lightly, and began to struggle, trying to push me away—but I pinned both his hands above his head.

“Caleb, stop—this… you shouldn’t—ah, stop…!” He could barely speak.

I didn’t listen. I was too far gone, and kept kissing him.

Just as the heat rose higher and I could no longer hold back, a knock at the door shattered the moment.

“Room service, sir…” a voice called out from behind the door.

For a moment we just stared at each other, trying to catch our breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly, just like mine — as if our hearts were beating in perfect sync.

“Open the door, Caleb,” he said, turning his head toward the sound.

I gave a low growl, loosened my grip, and walked toward the door with a frown.

My eyes still darted over him—he was still standing there, watching me.

Then I sighed and opened the door, letting the man come in as he pushed the trolley inside with a broad smile.

“Your dinner, sir,” he said as he stepped into the room.

Just then, I heard a loud bang as a door slammed shut. Sean had gone straight back into the bathroom and locked himself inside.

“Um…” The room‑service attendant looked hesitant, standing still near the doorway.

“It’s all right—I’ll take care of this,” I said, pulling the trolley closer.

“Ah… very well then. Please, excuse me.” He didn’t ask any questions, just accepted it and stepped back out.

Once the door clicked shut, my focus shifted straight to the bathroom. I moved quickly over and knocked.

“Sean, open the door…!” I called out loudly.

“No…!” His voice came back, thick and upset.

“Aren’t you going to eat dinner, huh?” I tried, hoping food might persuade him.

Silence. No answer at all.

“Sean… look, I’m sorry, okay? I guess I lost my mind—I was drinking earlier, so maybe I’m a little drunk…”

Would he believe it? Truth was, I had had a drink, but I wasn’t drunk at all. It was just another excuse to calm him down—because I really had no proper explanation to give. There was no way I could tell him I’d really wanted to kiss him, driven by some strange, confusing pull.

“Oh… so you’re drunk…?” He asked—but why did he sound disappointed?

“Yeah. Now open the door…”

I heard his footsteps draw near, followed by a soft click from inside. A moment later, the door opened.

He stood there, already wearing his own white hoodie, though his red hair was still damp. But just from the look on his face, I knew he wasn’t in the mood. Was he really mad about what happened? I wasn’t brave enough to ask—not when I noticed his lips were a little swollen, and red marks were visible on his neck…

Guilt washed over me.

“Just sit there…” I pointed toward a small dining table near the mini‑bar, then stepped away to get the trolley. “Chicken steak okay with you?” I asked as I rolled it over.

“Yeah…” He nodded slowly and sat down.

“Here…” I arranged everything carefully on the table and pushed the trolley aside.

We ate in silence, only the clatter of cutlery filling the quiet room. But I noticed him glancing a few times at the bottle of whiskey I had put on the table earlier.

Then he reached for it and twisted off the cap.

I just watched—waiting to see what he would do.

He took a first sip, then drained the glass in one go and poured another.

“You’d better finish your dinner before drinking…” I said in a stern voice as he lifted his glass.

His hand froze in mid‑air, and he set the glass back down with a soft thud. He shot me a sharp glare before touching his food again and taking another bite.

What is wrong with him…?

He kept drinking, bite after bite, round after round.

This wasn’t good. How many glasses did he plan to have? That was already the third one, and I could tell the alcohol was getting to him—his face was bright red, and his eyes were no longer focused on his food.

The moment he finished that glass, I pulled the bottle away from him.

“No. That’s enough… you’re already drunk, Sean.”

I stood up and walked over to the small cabinet to put the bottle back in its place.

But he followed right behind me. By the time I turned around, he was already beside me—staring, then stepping closer.

“Sean, are you okay?”

Instead of answering, he pulled me toward him and wrapped both hands around my neck. Then, in a moment I never expected, he brushed his lips lightly against mine.

My eyes widened in shock. Had he just kissed me?

Shit. The air between us ignited all over again. I couldn’t hold back any longer—I pulled him tight against me and kissed him back, deep and aggressive.

When I finally pulled back, he stood there dazed, looking at me as if he was waiting for something more.

“What is it, huh? What was that kiss even for?” I still tried to get some sense out of his strange behavior.

“Why’d you stop?” He frowned, clearly dissatisfied.

“Stop what…?”

“The kiss… why?”

I blinked, confused. “You mean you ac—”

A sudden movement cut me off. He leaned in and bit my neck. I groaned, instinctively pushing him back a little.

“Sean, you…” I gripped his shoulders, keeping just a little distance between us.

But his hand crept lower, slipping under my robe. His fingers grazed my skin, soft and slow—sending shivers racing through every part of me.

“Damn it, Sean…! You’re the one asking for this—so don’t blame me!”

I lifted him right off his feet and carried him to the bed. No need to guess what came next…