Oops! I Fell for My Love Coach Chapter 07

Oops! I Fell for My Love Coach Chapter 07

Since he wanted to play, I decided to see it through.

I reached out and slipped my hand under the hem of his fitted workout shirt.

Theron’s body jerked hard.

“W-Who are you?” he finally spoke.

His voice carried just the right amount of fear and panic.

Honestly, Hollywood was missing out.

I leaned close to his ear and deliberately lowered my voice. “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that from today on, you can only be mine.”

X had taught me that line too.

Theron struggled twice.

The tape around his wrists made a strained pulling sound.

“Let me go! This is breaking and entering. I can call the police!”

I let out a cold laugh.

Then I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Right in front of him, I entered my birthday.

With a soft click, the screen unlocked.

I opened the chat app and found the conversation with the pure black

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profile picture.

Then I held the screen right in front of his blindfolded face.

“Call the police? Sure. Go ahead. Should I help them look into who planted thirteen hidden cameras in my apartment too?”

The room went deathly still, and Theron stopped struggling completely.

“What’s wrong? Nothing to say now, X?”

I reached out and pulled the tie off his eyes.

Theron opened his eyes and looked straight at me, the fear he’d been pretending to feel gone in an instant.

In its place was something extremely dangerous, like a mask had been ripped clean off.

He didn’t deny it or beg.

Instead, he gave a low laugh. “When did you figure it out?”

“When you wore that compression top just to show off your body.”

I mocked him without mercy.

I thought that after I exposed him, he would feel ashamed or at least embarrassed.

But I had underestimated a pervert’s mental strength.

He didn’t get angry. Instead, he stared at me with a terrifying kind of devotion. “My Peaches is so smart.”

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With one effortless tug, the tape I’d wrapped around his wrists three full times tore apart with a sharp rip.

So this guy had let me tie him up on purpose.

Before I could react, he suddenly flipped over and pressed me beneath him.

The tables turned in an instant.

“Since you already know, I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

He caught my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head. “I’m a voyeur. I’m a pervert.”

“Every day, I watched you eat, sleep, and change clothes. I watched you sigh over another man, and it drove me insane with jealousy.”

“But I couldn’t bear to hurt you. So I had to lead you to me, step by step.”

He lowered his head until his lips nearly brushed the tip of my nose.

“Now tell me, Peaches. Can you still run?”

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I stared up at him, my heart pounding.

But I refused to let him see me flinch.

“Why would I run?” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I came here tonight knowing exactly what I was doing.”

His eyes flickered with surprise.

“You think you’re the only one who’s been playing games?” I continued. “I knew about X from the start. I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “And?”

“And I’m impressed,” I admitted. “You’re more committed than I thought.”

He let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You’re not scared of me?”

“Should I be?”

He studied me for a long moment, his gaze burning into mine.

Then he released my wrists and sat back.

“You’re the first person who’s ever looked at me like that and meant it.”

I sat up, smoothing down my dress. “Maybe that’s because everyone else only sees the Alpha. I see the man who sends me good morning messages and pretends to be someone else.”

He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “And what do you think of that man?”

I met his eyes. “I think he’s worth getting to know.”

His breath caught.

And for the first time that night, the mask truly fell away.