He Refused Me, I Hid His Heat Pills

Chapter 3

When I got home, before I could even think of any new tricks to try on Colin, my father called.

He took all the anger that he didn't have the nerve to aim at Colin and unloaded it right onto me instead. "Gia," he said, "I gave you that name so you'd always remember what it means and be grateful. We've raised you for all these years, and Hailey just wants Colin. Can't you just let her have him?"

"It's not up to me," I said, my voice full of innocence as I made sure none of the blame came back in my direction. "Colin just doesn't listen to me."

My father's voice shot up. "If he won't listen to you, then who will he listen to? That beast follows you around all day long!"

"I've got you on speaker," I said, and then I purposely turned the volume up even higher before adding a little more fuel to the fire. "Dad, what was that you just said about something following me around all day?"

The moment he heard that, all his bluster went right out of him. "No, I... I meant that I bought you a new animal and let him follow you around. I'll have someone send him over to you later."

I hung up and let out a silent laugh. The truth was, Colin wasn't even anywhere near me. He was still in the bathroom, taking a cold shower.

My father, as if afraid of offending Colin, actually went and had someone send over a fox beastman that very night.

The fox was pure white all over, with fur that gleamed like it had been polished, and that white tail of his was especially lovely. The only problem was that it was pretty small, nowhere near as big as Colin's.

But just as I was about to get a closer look at the fox, the very next second, my body got snatched up by a strong gust of wind, and before I knew it, I was sitting right in Colin's arms.

His fangs had come out, his amber eyes had become even more bewitching, and his voice turned colder than I had ever heard.

He looked at the fox coldly and demanded, "What the hell are you?"

Beastmen could naturally sense each other's fighting strength, and faced with Colin, the fox immediately lowered his whole body, his tail and ears drooping flat, and even backed up a few steps.

I purposely pulled myself out of Colin's grip and walked over to the fox, who was trembling all over, then reached out and gave his head a gentle rub. "Why are you being so mean to him? I think he looks kind of cute."

The next second, the fox, who had just started to relax his tail again, got grabbed by the scruff of his neck and lifted up by Colin as easily as if he were picking up a bag of trash. "Where did you come from?"

The fox was so scared that he just stood there trembling and couldn't even bring himself to answer.

So I spoke up for him. "My dad sent him over to take care of my needs," I said, making sure to put extra emphasis on the word "needs".

Sure enough, Colin's expression changed. Then, he just opened the door and threw the fox right outside like he was nothing.

Colin brushed his hands off as if there was some invisible dust on them, then turned to look at me and said, "You have me. That's more than enough."

"But I can't exactly use you, can I?" I pouted, pretending to be upset, then walked toward him barefoot, wearing clothes that barely covered the very tops of my thighs. I had even put black thigh straps around my legs, with little bells hanging straight down, so that every step I took, they'd make a soft jingling sound.

I could clearly see Colin's eyes starting to get darker, and his ears twitched a couple of times in a way that wasn't quite natural.

When I got close to him, I traced little circles on his chest with the tip of my finger. He took a step back, so I took a step forward. He stepped back again, and I kept coming until, finally, he backed all the way onto the sofa and sat down.

I swung my leg over and sat right on top of him, and where our bodies pressed together, I could feel him reacting in a way that left no doubt about what he was feeling.

I rubbed against him on purpose, and Colin's hands, which had been resting on the sofa cushions, dug into the leather and gripped it so hard that they looked like they were about to tear through it. Clearly, he was at the very edge of what he could take.

I tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear, and as I did, one side of my collar slipped down off my shoulder, giving a fleeting glimpse of my cleavage that kept appearing and then disappearing again.

I moved even closer, close enough to see my own reflection shining in his eyes, until our noses were almost brushing against each other.

Colin's Adam's apple bobbed without him realizing it, and when he looked at me, there was no mistaking the raw desire in his gaze. His heat was steadily eating away at however much self-control he had left.

But I held a grudge, and I wasn't about to give him any relief just because he wanted it.

I raised my hand and began buttoning up the collar of his shirt for him, saying, "Your collar came undone."

Then, I pulled away before he could so much as blink, stretched my arms over my head with a yawn, and announced, "I'm so sleepy. I'm going to bed."

As I closed the door behind me, I caught a glimpse of Colin leaning back against the sofa with his head tilted up, and there it was—a very obvious bulge, standing right there under his pants.