Oops! I Fell for My Love Coach Chapter 08

Oops! I Fell for My Love Coach Chapter 08

Under that dangerous stare, I didn’t feel scared at all.

If anything, I found it kind of funny.

“Who said I was going to run?” I lifted my leg and lightly brushed it against his calf.

“Weren’t you the one who taught me step by step how to force you into romance? What, regretting it now?”

Theron froze.

He probably hadn’t expected that reaction from me.

“You’re not afraid of me?” Some of the fever in his eyes faded into confusion.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” I rolled my eyes.

“A pure-hearted dream guy who hides behind a screen to spend money on me, writes his own script, and waits to get tied up? What exactly am I supposed to fear? That you’re not perverted enough?”

Theron’s ears turned red instantly.

His usually icy face filled with embarrassment and helpless confusion.

“I… I was just…” he stammered for a long time and still couldn’t form a complete sentence.

I pushed Theron off me, sat up, and straightened my clothes.

“All right. Drop the scary act. Since everything is out in the open, let’s

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talk terms.”

Theron sat obediently on the edge of the bed.

He looked like an elementary school kid being punished for doing something wrong.

“First, remove every hidden camera in my room. Right now. Immediately.”

He nodded obediently. “Okay.”

“Second, don’t use X to pull those mysterious little stunts anymore. If you have something to say, say it to my face.”

“Okay.”

“Third…” I paused.

Looking at his pitiful expression, I couldn’t help laughing.

“From now on, I’m in charge of your paycheck. And once a month, you’re clearing out my cart at that little dress shop.”

Theron jerked his head up.

His eyes shone with disbelief. “You… you’re agreeing to be with me?”

I raised a brow. “Depends on how you behave. If you give me that ice-cold face again, I’ll find someone else to force into romance.”

“Don’t you dare.” He lunged forward and pulled me hard into his arms.

His grip was so tight it felt like he never planned to let go.

“Don’t even think about looking at another man for the rest of your

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life.”

Half a year later, I sat on the couch eating chips while Theron bustled around the kitchen in an apron.

Who would’ve thought that the untouchable ice-cold Alpha of Grayridge Pack was secretly clingy and terrifyingly good at housework?

I took out my phone and opened the chat with the pure black profile picture.

“Theron, I’m out of chips.”

The man in the kitchen immediately poked his head out.

“This is the last bag, okay? Too many chips will make your teeth hurt.”

He grumbled as he dried his hands.

Then he took a fresh bag from the cabinet and handed it to me.

I looked at him, and sweetness filled my chest.

Sure, the way this relationship started was a little off track.

But luckily, hunter and prey had long since become impossible to tell apart.

Who had who wrapped around their finger?

What did it matter, as long as the one tied to the headboard was willing?

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Later that night, we sat on the balcony watching the stars. Theron’s arm was wrapped around my shoulders, his chin resting on top of my head.

“Hey,” I said, nudging him. “Do you ever regret it?”

“Regret what?”

“All the scheming. The cameras. The fake persona. The whole elaborate plan to get me.”

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “I regret not doing it sooner.”

I laughed. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me anyway.”

I tilted my head up to look at him. His face was softened by the moonlight, the sharp edges of the Alpha gone, replaced by something tender.

“I do,” I admitted. “Somehow.”

He kissed my forehead. “Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”

I snuggled closer and let the warmth of the night settle around us.

The Grayridge Alpha was a pervert, a voyeur, and a master of elaborate schemes.

But he was my pervert.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.