Hot Romance With My Bully

Chapter4

I didn’t know whether to cry or scream in frustration. I swallowed the lump in my throat, nearly choking in the process.

“I hate you,” I managed to say.

“The feeling is mutual,” he replied without hesitation.

I stood up immediately. There was no way I was going to keep putting up with this madness.

“If you can’t handle the simplest task perfectly, how do you expect to manage when things get difficult?” he said coolly.

At that point, I knew he was deliberately trying to provoke me and the worst part was, it was working.

Before I could even react, he stepped closer and suddenly lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I didn’t even have time to protest. He sat down with me on the chair, positioning me so I was facing him.

“Give me a massage. You’ve stressed me all day,” he said, casually beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing? Anyone could come in at any time,” I said quickly, glancing nervously at the door.

He chuckled.

“So you’d rather do this in private?” he teased.

I fell silent, my heart skipping a beat. Then I noticed the way he was staring at me intensely, without looking away, as if I was the only thing in the room.

“Relax, Ms. Jin. You’re only giving me a massage, nothing more.” His lips curved slightly. “You’re not even my type.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks at his last words.

He pulled his shirt off completely, revealing a body that looked almost sculpted, defined muscles, sharp lines, and intricate tattoos stretching from his chest down to his abdomen like a work of art.

“You’re staring too much.”

His voice snapped me back to reality.

He took my hands and placed them against his chest. “You can touch it if you want.”

My heart pounded wildly against my ribs, my thoughts spiraling in every direction at once.

“Get to work. And stop drooling,” he added, snapping his fingers as he moved my hands to his shoulders.

I hesitated for a second before slowly starting the massage. He closed his eyes, as if completely at ease.

Then I felt it, his hand resting on my bare thigh.

My body tensed instantly. How could he act so calm?

His fingers began tapping lightly against my skin, as though he had no care in the world. I couldn’t help it, my gaze drifted to his face.

His features were sharp and striking, almost unfairly perfect. A strong jawline, smooth skin, and slightly parted lips that gave him a careless, effortless charm. Even with his eyes closed, there was something dangerously captivating about him, like he knew exactly the effect he had on people and chose to ignore it.

Suddenly, his eyes opened. He caught me staring. I quickly looked away, but it was too late. His expression shifted, turning cold in an instant. Without warning, he stood up, his hands gripping my hips briefly for balance before lifting me off him and setting me down on the table.

“That’ll be all for now. You can go home,” he said flatly. “When I call, make sure you answer immediately.”

“You don’t even have my number,” I said, trying to steady my voice.

“If I can get your personal information,” he replied without turning back, “getting your number is the easiest part.”

And just like that, he walked out leaving me there, frozen in place, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened.

***"

I got home at the usual time, careful not to let my parents suspect anything about my suspension.

I joined them for dinner, but I was distracted, my mind miles away. I couldn’t shake off what had happened earlier. Even my mom noticed.

“You look pale, Jin. Are you okay?” she asked.

I nodded, forcing a small smile.

She didn’t press further.

After we finished eating, I cleared the table and took the plates to the kitchen. Once everything was in order, I retreated to my room.

I sank onto my bed, nervously biting my thumb. My thoughts kept circling back to one question, why had my body reacted that way?

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before sleep finally claimed me. At midnight, my phone rang. The number wasn’t saved.

Hesitantly, I answered.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Jin.”

I stiffened immediately, recognizing the voice.

“What do you want? It’s 11:30 p.m.,” I said, irritation lacing my tone.

“Relax, baby girl. It’s an emergency,” he replied.

“Emergency?” I echoed.

“Come meet me at the school gate." He said.

Before I could argue, the line went dead. I jumped out of bed, grabbing my hoodie in a rush. Slipping out through the window, I avoided alerting my parents, I didn’t want them knowing I was leaving at that hour.

I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the location. As the car moved, exhaustion crept in, and I rested my head against the backseat, drifting off to sleep.

The sudden halt of the taxi jolted me awake. We had arrived at the school. Parked just outside the gate was a sleek black car, its presence almost ominous in the quiet night.

The back door was already open. He sat inside, one leg stretched out, a nose mask covering half his face.

I stepped out of the taxi, my brows knitting in confusion as I wondered what kind of emergency could have made him call me out this late.