To Get Revenge on My Bully I Decided to Seduce Her Fiancé Chapter 04

To Get Revenge on My Bully I Decided to Seduce Her Fiancé Chapter 04

We cast our lines a few yards apart at Lake Champlain.

He didn’t start conversation. Neither did I.

I wasn’t about to throw myself at someone who clearly wasn’t interested.

Every now and then, we’d glance over when the other got a bite.

I could tell he itched to come over and see my catch when I reeled one in.

But he was too awkward to come over, just darting glances my way like he wasn’t even looking.

From Sloane’s posts, Harrison was always like this.

He was reserved, icy toward anything that didn’t hold his interest, and wouldn’t even waste breath on small talk.

He wouldn’t even waste breath on polite pleasantries for things he didn’t care about.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and handed everything on a platter, he’d never had to chase after anything in his life.

He was used to being the center of attention.

Women threw themselves at him all the time.

If I came on too strong, I’d just be another one of them.

Not worth his notice.

After that first trip together, I didn’t reach out again.

But I learned his schedule.

I’d show up at the spot every day, making sure we “ran into each other” at least once a week.

But waiting for bites gets boring.

After our third meeting, he finally struck up a conversation.

“How’d you even find this place?”

“I’ve hit pretty much every lake and spot around here. Got boring. Found this one hiking once, decided to try it. Turned out to be the best one around.”

The second we started talking fishing, Harrison opened up completely.

He got excited, showed me videos of him catfishing in the Amazon.

I gushed over them, then showed him photos of me deep-sea fishing for tuna.

His eyes lit up.

Then he looked a little regretful.

“I’ve been wanting to go tuna fishing forever. Just never have the time.”

He looked up at me, really looked at me for the first time.

“Didn’t think you’d be into fishing. Not a lot of women are.”

We talked more and more. Sports, music, movies, books.

He was shocked how much we had in common.

We both loved skiing. We both loved the country music. We both listened to the same vintage artists.

Even when we disagreed, we got each other.

Before we knew it, we’d talked the whole afternoon away, and the sky had already gone dark.

After that, we fished together all the time.

We even started feeding a stray kitten together.

A tiny orange tabby, only a few months old.

It would curl up quiet next to us, waiting for scraps.

If neither of us caught anything, it would meow at us like it was nagging.

I named him Lucky, for good luck and plenty of catches, I told him.

I’d cuddle him every time we came.

Harrison didn’t seem too fond of him. He’d step back whenever Lucky rubbed against his legs.

Total germaphobe, hated getting cat hair on his clothes.

That night, when we were leaving, Harrison asked me for the first time.

“When are you coming back?”

I thought for a second.

“Work’s been crazy. Not sure.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed his face.

But he just nodded politely and said nothing.

I stayed away for a full week, and only showed up late the second week, like I’d been swamped with work.

When he saw me, he didn’t let it show.

But he slid his chair a little closer to mine right away.

“Where’ve you been? Haven’t seen you out here.”

I walked over and pet Lucky, who was stretched out on the ground sunning himself.

His belly was round, he’d put on a noticeable amount of weight, and his fur was glossy and sleek.

Someone had been taking good care of him.

“Have you been feeding him this whole time?”

Harrison lifted his chin, a little scolding in his tone.

“You’re the one who named him. Then you just bailed and left him.”

He sounded a little proud after that.

“Of course I’ve been taking care of him. Come out every day to catch him something.”

Lucky walked over and rubbed against his leg.

Harrison frowned.

“Will you quit that? You get hair all over my jacket.”

But his hands already reached down, picked the cat up, and set him in his lap like it was second nature.

Lucky curled up purring. Cat hair stuck all over his black coat.

He didn’t even care.

Just scratched him under the chin like he’d done it a hundred times.

I watched from the side, making up my mind.

Total textbook tough-guy softie.

I snickered to myself and reached for my rod.

The hook snagged my finger.

I hissed, squeezing the spot. A bright bead of blood welled up.

Harrison set Lucky down immediately.

He grabbed a band-aid from his tackle box and walked over, brows furrowed.

“Careful.”

I reached for the band-aid, but he just said, easy as anything:

“Hand.”

“You come prepared for everything?” I looked up laughing, then trailed off when our eyes met.

Too close.

Somehow, we’d gotten way too close.

The tangerine sunset faded into soft indigo over the mountains, dimming by the second.

The wind curled through the valley, thick with damp lake air.

I could smell his cologne—soft woody notes, faint.

Cologne, or aftershave, I couldn’t tell.

His eyes were lighter than most people’s. cool and clear, with that distant, almost porcelain sharpness.

Right now, they were fixed entirely on me.

The wind blew my hair across his face.

He just stared at me, frozen, until Lucky meowed impatiently beside us.

We both jumped back at the same time.

Harrison turned his back to me fast, crouching down to scratch Lucky’s head.

“Quit your yowling. I’ll catch you something soon.”

I snort-laughed.

In the dim light, I could see the tips of his ears were pink.

He sat back down and fished in silence.

But Harrison, who normally had endless patience, couldn’t sit still that night.

He didn’t catch a single fish.

After that day, something shifted between us.

He’d always text me to come fishing with him.

We went out at least twice a week.

Sometimes up in the empty mountains. Sometimes out on the open ocean. Sometimes at a private lake he’d rented out.

Always just the two of us.

I kept an eye on Sloane’s socials the whole time.

Her lovey-dovey posts got fewer and fewer.

Finally, she went days without posting a single one.

I watched it all, cold.

Then I’d show up to meet her boyfriend looking perfect, makeup flawless.

This unspoken, mutual tension hung between us for two months, both of us pretending not to notice what was growing.

Then I decided it was time.

That night, while he was holding Lucky, I said it out of nowhere:

“Harrison. Do you have a girlfriend?”