He Refused Me, I Hid His Heat Pills

Chapter 2

After I stayed in one position all night long, when I got out of bed the next morning, my entire body felt like it had been broken apart and put back together wrong, leaving me weak and completely drained because I didn't get what I'd been craving the night before.

And to make things worse, the doorbell in the living room kept ringing and ringing without any sign of stopping.

I stomped over to the door in the foulest mood imaginable and yanked it open, only to find Lilith Grant, my mother's head housekeeper, standing there.

Lilith said, "What have you been up to? You haven't been answering your phone. Look at the time. It's almost dark out. You didn't just wake up, did you? I hope I'm not interrupting your sleep."

Even though she seemed to be polite to me, I knew perfectly well that she was just being sarcastic.

I narrowed my eyes a little, then pulled a smile onto my face and said, "If you know you're disturbing me, then get the hell out."

I could see the annoyance clearly in her eyes behind those glasses, but she didn't quite have the nerve to let it out. She just said, "Ms. Hailey Turner's birthday celebration is today, and you're the only one who hasn't shown up yet."

I laughed bitterly to myself. It was supposed to be my birthday, but the day my family found their long-lost heiress, Hailey Turner, was the day that my birthday got taken away from me.

Just like that, in the span of a single day, I went from being the real heiress to the fake one, and even my own birthday wasn't mine anymore. It became Hailey's.

The first year, she took my place in the family. The second year, she took my shares in the company. And now, I had no idea what kind of trick she was planning to pull this year.

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At the dinner table in Turner Mansion, Hailey was sitting there in a white-tiered dress, looking exactly like some princess, with the birthday cake right in front of her and a whole circle of people gathered around.

I, on the other hand, purposely threw on a little tank top and a pair of shorts, scanned the room for a second, and then picked a corner to go sit in by myself. After that, I pulled my gold-rimmed glasses out of my bag and put them on.

Through those special lenses, I spotted Colin exactly where I thought he would be, hidden away in a corner, using his power to turn invisible.

I pretended to drop my phone on the floor, and when I bent down to pick it up, the loose neckline of my top fell open just enough to show off the lace-trimmed camisole I had on underneath, along with a pretty generous view of my cleavage. Then I quickly pressed my hand against my collar like I was covering up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Colin who was usually all cold and restrained and acted like he wanted nothing to do with me, and there he was, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his pants, his throat working up and down as he kept swallowing over and over.

I gave a little smile and ran the tip of my tongue across my lower lip like it was no big deal, like I didn't even notice I was doing it—a move I had practiced in front of the mirror more times than I could count.

Then, I pretended I was feeling way too warm, tilting my head back a little as I let out a breath, and that was when I saw him slam his fist into the tree trunk next to him, his head hanging low, the hand that was resting on his waistband slowly inching downward, not quite like he meant to do it but not really stopping himself either.

The second I saw that, I decided it was time to hit him with something that would really push him over the edge.

When I got up to grab some food, I made a show of casually fixing the hem of my shorts, but what I was really doing was pulling Colin's tail over toward me and then lowering myself down like I was about to sit on it without actually putting any weight on it, just hovering there.

The nerves at the very tip of the tail are the most sensitive, and right then, Colin's whole body arched up, his fists clenched so tight that the veins stood out all over his arms.

I pressed my legs together, and just like that, the tip of his tail ended up trapped right between them. By then, his amber eyes even started to turn a little reddish around the edges.

I was about to make an excuse about needing to go to the bathroom, thinking I'd give Colin an opening, when somehow—I had no idea where he even got it from—he pulled out a suppressant and jabbed the needle right into his arm.

Damn it. He got his relief, and I got nothing. I was so pent-up with frustration that I felt like I was going to explode, and I desperately needed to let out all that anger burning in my chest.

And right at that moment, my dear sister, Hailey, announced her birthday wish. "I want Colin as my birthday present."

I was about to slam my hands on the table and jump to my feet when I realized that Colin had turned visible right beside me. His face was ice-cold, and there was this dark, vicious look in his eyes. "I don't belong to anyone," he said. "And I'm only loyal to Gia."

My father shot up out of his chair, furious. "You're just a beastman," he snapped. "Hailey taking a liking to you is your lucky break, so don't you forget it!"

Colin barely even used any pressure with his fingers, and yet the wooden table split right in front of everyone, a visible c***k running straight through it before he said, "Don't forget who it was that kept you in that seat you're sitting in today."

My father never expected that Colin, just a beastman in his eyes, would actually call him out like that in front of so many people and embarrass him so publicly.

But the thing was, Colin was telling the truth, and as furious as my father was, he couldn't do a thing except stand there and watch Colin grab me by the hand and drag me right out of that party.

Colin was holding my hand so tight that it was starting to hurt a little, and when we got to the car, I yanked it away from him.

He saw right away that my wrist had turned red, and the aggressive look in his eyes vanished on the spot, replaced by nothing but worry as he looked at me. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"You've never even had me, so how could you possibly have hurt me?" I shot back.

Colin froze for a second, and then his beast ears gave this tiny, almost imperceptible little twitch.

I plopped myself down on the hood of the car, kicked off my heels, and showed him the backs of my feet, already red and raw from all the rubbing, like nothing had even happened. "This is what real pain looks like," I said. "Carry me." Then I held out my arms.

Colin finally walked over, scooped me up, and set me down gently in the back seat.

I propped one leg up and purposely nudged him with my knee, wrapped my arms around his neck, and let my lips brush past the tips of his ears, which had turned slightly red, like I didn't even mean to do it.

The moment I felt his body react in a way that was impossible to miss, I just lay there quietly like a good girl and said, "Go drive now. I'm sleepy, and I want to go home."

I watched him close the car door, and then his tail started swishing back and forth, all restless and annoyed.

I gave a small, satisfied smile—the smile of someone who had gotten exactly what she wanted.