I Fell For My Contract Partner

Chapter 7.2 Sean POV : I felt Conflicted

I was wide awake and jolted upright in bed the moment I remembered what I’d done last night—kissing Caleb.

But before I could even sit up, a heavy weight pressing down on me brought me sharply back to reality. Caleb was lying right on top of me, completely bare, not a single scrap of fabric covered his skin. And what I feared most was my own state.

I swallowed hard and glanced down at myself. Just as I’d dreaded—I was undressed too.

“No way…” I was sure my face had gone pale. "Don't tell me last night we're..."

I struck his shoulders hard enough to rouse him, but damn—he slept like a log.

“Caleb, you i***t, wake up!” I shouted, shaking him as if he were nothing more than a bottle of milkshake. “Caleb!!”

Then something strange pressed low against my abdomen. “Wait… what is this…? Th‑there’s so‑something inside…”

My heart hammered—reality hit me full force.

“Ernggh…” He groaned and began to stir slowly.

The more he moved, the clearer I felt what was inside me. I couldn’t pretend anymore; this was his…

“You bastard! Pull it out, dammit!” I yelled, glaring as his eyes opened.

“Huh—what?” His tone was completely casual. That only made me angrier.

“You lied to me! You promised you wouldn’t take this far—we wouldn’t have s*x…!” My voice rose.

“I didn’t—but you…” He lifted his head, dark eyes locking onto mine.

“Wha—me? No‑no way! I’d never—” I snapped back, but my words died when he shifted.

“Hah…” He smirked, pulling back just enough to show his bare torso. “Look at this… you did this.” He gestured to the trail of red marks across his upper chest.

I swallowed hard. Was that really me? Or was he just tricking me? I was confused.

“Besides—you were the one who wanted it, not me…” He scoffed, lips forming a mock pout.

Heat flushed my face the moment I heard his explanation. I quickly lowered my head and clutched the bed sheet.

“What? Why so quiet all of a sudden?” Caleb moved closer, trying to lean in. That’s when something far more important hit me.

“I‑I don’t remember any of that…! Bu‑but right now—you have to move away…!” I held him back, keeping our bodies from pressing any closer.

“Well… uh… actually… I think we’re stuck,” he shrugged, running a hand through his dark, messy hair.

My jaw dropped. I tried to make sense of it.

“What do you mean stuck? It can’t just get stuck there… can it?” I shouted, frustrated. I didn’t know whether to cry or get angry.

“Look, I can’t really help it… since I—uh—got turned on again, and it’s getting bi—” He tried to explain, but I cut him off.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear that part—you perverted, crazy‑rich jerk!” I grabbed a pillow and smacked it right into his face.

But then his hand closed around my wrist

“If you want me to pull out, then help me…” He leaned in and whispered—his voice sounded unsettlingly calm and intimate.

“H‑how…?” I asked, shrinking back instinctively.

“I need to finish first… inside you…” His fingers traced lightly over my stomach, and a strange, fluttering feeling shot through me.

He grinned—and I froze, red‑faced as a boiled crab.

“Where did all that bravery go last night, Sean…?” He cupped my chin and lifted it. “Weren’t you the one who took the initiative? Why hold back now, hm?”

I honestly didn’t know what was going on—maybe I really had lost my mind. I wasn’t into guys… especially not someone like him. It wasn’t that I hated him, but having him as a lover would be hard; we were just too different.

His life, his style, even the way he saw things. He came from privilege, while I…

Someone like him should be with a perfect match—equal in status and background. Beyond that, he’d never see me in an intimate or romantic way, not when he was always surrounded by women.

Yeah, I knew this jerk was a bit of a casanova, and falling for a guy was definitely not on his list. Best not to let my feelings get too involved.

“Then just do it and let me go…” I answered sharply, trying to not look him in the eyes.

And Caleb didn’t even give me a chance to breathe—he kissed me at once, pushing me back down onto the bed.

“This jerk…” I muttered, staring at him as he began planting quick kisses from my neck down to my collarbone.

It felt strange, I knew I shouldn’t let this happen, yet I did nothing to stop him or push him away. What was going on in my head? I didn’t understand myself anymore.

This was supposed to be my first time—I’d always wanted to share it with someone special, someone I loved, only after marriage. I knew it sounded old‑fashioned and conservative, but I’d grown up in a strict household, where s*x was seen as something sacred you shared only with your life partner.

And now… I’d just given it all away to Caleb? We weren’t even real lovers—only bound together by a fake relationship.

My head spun as I stared up at the hotel ceiling, lost in his touch and every kiss he gave—until my mind went blank. Then I felt something warm and hot spreading deep inside my abdomen.

After a while, he pulled away.

I was still dazed, stuck on the fact that this had really happened—one question kept nagging at me.

Does this mean anything…? Like… am I his now?

Caleb watched me in silence. His eyes looked conflicted, as if he himself was just as confused about what we were doing—while he breathed hard and ragged.

“You’re done, right? Then just… go…” I said, trying to shift away and put some distance between us.

“Sorry…” he murmured softly, and slowly pulled back completely.

“I’m using the bathroom…”

I got up from the bed, stepped down, grabbed the sheet to cover myself, snatched my clothes scattered on the floor, and hurried into the bathroom.

Inside, I caught my reflection in the mirror for a moment.

“That bastard left so many bite marks all over my chest and neck…” I grunted, clenching my teeth—not out of anger, but out of frustration.

I took a deep breath to keep my composure.

Calm down, Sean… don’t get too emotional…

No need to feel this way. It meant nothing. You were drunk last night—you don’t even remember most of it.

But… didn’t I let it happen again, just now?

Argh… this is driving me crazy! I don’t want to think about it anymore, or my head will explode.

“I’d better take a shower right away…”

A few minutes later, I stepped out—fully dressed this time, holding a towel in my hand, my hair still damp.

I found Caleb already wrapped in another towel, standing near the bed and talking on the phone.

“Caleb…” I called softly as I walked over.

He turned around, glanced at me with a furrowed brow, then pulled the phone slightly away from his ear. “Hm? What is it?”

“I want to go out for a while,” I replied, heading toward the door.

As I moved toward the door, he quickly followed right behind me. “Where do you think you’re going, Sean?” he asked in a stern voice, just as my hand reached the knob—then he grabbed my wrist firmly.

“I just need some fresh air. I’m feeling cooped up…” I replied as casually as I could.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if reporters spot you and find out we’re staying here?”

His words made me tense. I’d almost forgotten why we’d come to this hotel in the first place: to avoid his mother and the reporters trailing her.

“If you really want to go out, I’ll come with you. But we’ll leave after I’ve had a shower.”

He slowly loosened his grip, and I gave a small nod.

“Good. I promise it won’t take long…” He let out a sigh of relief and headed toward the bathroom.

For a moment I watched him go inside, but I stayed standing near the door.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered softly—still determined to leave anyway.

Then, outside the hotel...

I walked alone along the road, passing the shopping center area, my eyes fixed on the ground as I thought about everything that had happened.

Caleb… he didn’t seem affected by it at all. He just acted casually, still being his usual self. This was probably not his first time—more likely, he was used to it, since s*x had become part of his lifestyle.

I refused to be the one left feeling confused and emotional. Because I knew… holding onto those feelings alone would only hurt.

Just then, my stomach growled loudly. I hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, so I stopped in front of a small café. Thankfully I still had my wallet with me.

I pushed open the door, and the warm, rich scent of fresh bread filled the air. For a moment I felt a little more at ease—until I heard a voice that sounded strangely familiar. A voice that still lingered sharply in my mind.

“Sean? Why… what are you doing here?”

It was her—my ex, Laura. She stood there staring at me in disbelief. Her tone already sounded cold and unwelcoming, and she wasn’t alone; a man stood beside her, giving me a sharp look as if I were some kind of nuisance.

Damn it… if I’d known they’d be here, I never would have walked in.