He Hated My Type, Now He’s Begging Chapter 05

He Hated My Type, Now He’s Begging Chapter 05

For someone with money, throwing cash at a problem was the quickest fix.

Harrison DMed two of his friends who’d previously chased me, asking for intel.

Brad: [Just Venmo her. I sent $1430 and she agreed to a date. But she picked the richer guy later.]

Chad, who claimed to be my ex, said confidently: [Designer bags. She loves them.]

So Harrison did it. He sent me $14,300 via Cash App with the note: [Get something you like.]

The chat pointed out that even when he treated our whole dorm, the bill never hit $10k.

So he figured I wouldn’t turn him down.

Like I was going to accept money from some guy I barely knew.

Three seconds later, he watched me decline the transfer with a polite message:

[I don’t need money. What I need is effort.]

[I thought you were different.]

I followed up with a screenshot of all the times I’d rejected and blocked the sleazy rich guys—including Brad and Chad.

Harrison spotted both names in the screenshot.

Brad had never even gotten a date.

Chad had lied about hooking up with me. I’d found out and cut him off cold.

But he’d been telling everyone I dumped him because I got jealous over him adding other girls.

Harrison’s jaw tightened. He confronted them.

Brad played it off: [Well, but she dated some other rich guy later, right? Just ask around. Maybe you didn’t offer enough. Chad gave her a bag.]

Chad replied: [She’s always been picky. Pretty girls are like that. Don’t tell me you struck out, lol.]

Harrison stared at the screen, cold.

He could see them gloating.

He typed back, calm: [Nope. We’re still just feeling things out.]

[Actually, she’s pretty chill. Thought she’d block me, but she didn’t.]

That shut them up.

Harrison looked at the designer bag in his hands. It suddenly felt too heavy.

The live chat tracked his hesitation in real time.

He wasn’t completely stupid. He mulled it over, then sent an apology and asked to meet at six tomorrow evening.

The chat buzzed: [He picked six on purpose! Serena told him she’s going out with her boyfriend then.]

[Get ready for a four-way train wreck, hahaha.]

I shot a mocking glance at the comments and sent him a voice message.

Harrison tapped it.

A soft, lazy voice came through, clear, drawn-out, almost teasing:

[First time chasing someone, huh? You’re supposed to ask if the girl’s free first.]

[I’ve got a Pilates class at six-thirty tomorrow. No time.]

[Eight works. Pick me up after class and walk me back to the dorm?]

The last line curled like a kitten’s tail. Slow, sweet, but precise.

He played the voice note once. Then again. And a third time, just to hear that slow, teasing lilt at the end again.

[Okay,] he replied.

He asked about my habits, my schedule.

After a few minutes of back-and-forth, he realized: no wonder this girl had so many takers.

She worked out weekly, hit the library, was generous with her time.

And apparently, everyone from professors to students gave her glowing reviews.

Then another message popped up:

[I’m the jealous type. I don’t like my guy having other girls around.]

[And I’d want to check his phone now and then. T.T]

[But you’re welcome to check mine anytime too.]

She sent a photo and asked him to set it as his lock screen.

He stared at the Live Photo, clear enough to see the fine fuzz on her cheeks. Beautiful.

Slightly nearsighted, she’d taken off her glasses. Her eyes looked softer without them. Almost gentle. A sharp contrast to her usual ice-queen vibe.

But it worked. It worked too well.

Words came to mind: arrestingly delicate.

If anyone else made those demands, he’d be annoyed.

But with that face? They felt completely reasonable.

He did it. Sent a screenshot as proof.

Immediately, a sweet voice message came back: [See you tomorrow! with a cat-heart sticker.

She was usually distant with everyone. Serena had said she barely talked in the dorm.

His friends had told him she never bothered with people.

Yet here she was, laying down rules like they were already exclusive.

She must really like him. She wasn’t even hiding it.

And she said this was her first time ever adding a guy on her own.

Harrison realized he’d already saved the photo to his camera roll. His pulse stuttered.

Half an hour later, his phone blew up with texts from all his friends, pestering him if he’d finally landed Lilith.

She’d posted on Instagram two minutes ago. It was a shot of two stray cats under the dorm window, their tails forming a heart.

Her profile was set to show only the last six months.

This was the only post she’d made in those six months.

He stared at it for a long minute. Then double-tapped to like it.

He’d never pursued anyone before. This felt… new. And he didn’t hate it at all.