After my family went bankrupt, I took a desperate risk and drugged my lifelong nemesis. Suddenly, I could hear his inner thoughts: [Baby is so cute. Her hands were literally shaking when she spiked my drink just now.] [Hiss~ Baby is so petite. I don't know if she'll be able to handle the next few hours.] [Because later, even if Baby cries and begs me, I'm not going to stop...] I froze in the doorway. Laying on the bed, Carter’s face was flushed. He tugged at his collar, looking extremely uncomfortable, yet glaring at me with eyes as cold as ice: "It's so hot. Chloe, what the hell did you just give me to drink?" At the exact same time, an avalanche of his inner thoughts flooded my mind: [Baby likes the forced-proximity trope. I need to act more reserved.] [Baby’s waist is so tiny. I want to hold her.] [Baby’s hands are so small. I want to kiss them.] [Baby’s legs are so pale. If I put them on my shoulders...] I was absolutely terrified. "You sick pervert, stay away from me! AHHHH!" 1 Carter and I had been mortal enemies since we were kids. If I skipped class, he reported me. If I dated someone, he took pictures and showed my parents. And vice versa. If he got into a fight, I snitched on him. My name is Chloe Vance, but he gave me the nickname "Chloe Cat." In return, I just called him "Carter the Dog." But today, I suddenly discovered that my lifelong nemesis... Might actually have a massive crush on me? 2 I backed away to the hotel room door, gripping the handle, planning to make a run for it. Carter grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and pinned me against the door. You don't really notice it when he's just being his usual lazy self, but when he invades your personal space like this, his entire aura becomes incredibly dangerous. I heard him let out a soft "Tsk." "Chloe Cat, what are you running for? That glass of water at the banquet earlier... you're the one who gave it to me, right?" It was true. I did give it to him. If my family hadn't suddenly gone bankrupt, I never would have taken the insane risk of drugging my worst enemy. Honestly, right as I was handing him the glass, I regretted it. But he snatched it right out of my hand and downed it in one gulp. Almost like he couldn't wait. With no other choice, I brought him to this hotel, figuring I could at least snap some compromising photos and blackmail him. But I never expected him to actually like me. And I definitely never expected him to be such a pervert! AHHHH! My eyes darted around guiltily, but I forced myself to stay calm: "How can you accuse me of something like that? I was just worried you'd get too drunk, so out of the goodness of my heart, I poured you a glass of water. And this is how you repay me..." "And now you're being so mean to me! I'm so scared~~" Gag. I was literally making myself nauseous with this fake, whiny baby voice. Let's see if this grosses him out! Sure enough, Carter frowned deeply. I felt a surge of joy. I knew it! How could my nemesis possibly like me? I definitely just hallucinated all that mind-reading stuff. But the very next second, I heard his thoughts again: [How is it possible that even when she's acting whiny she's this cute?! I want to kiss her to death. I want to lock her up so I'm the only one who ever gets to see her.] Me: ... So apparently this counts as being cute to you?! I was feeling completely disoriented. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and asked in an almost seductive tone: "I feel so uncomfortable... Chloe Cat, won't you help me?" As he said this, his voice grew husky, and he guided my hand downwards. My hand, trapped in his grip, was pulled along, lifting the hem of his shirt. Revealing a solid, well-defined six-pack. I quickly looked away, chanting internally: Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. (A Buddhist mantra to suppress desire). Yet my hand betrayed me, instinctively feeling around a bit more. His body was actually... incredibly nice... Sleeping with him... maybe wouldn't be such a bad deal for me either? Just as I was about to succumb to temptation and surrender completely, a flurry of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside. The sound grew closer, and it clearly wasn't just one person. Carter froze slightly. Perfect opportunity! I snapped out of it and forcefully shoved him away. 3 "Carter? Are you in this room? Are you okay?" A hesitant, questioning voice accompanied a knock on the door. I recognized that voice. It was Sarah, my ex-fiancé's new fiancée, and also an underclassman from Carter's department at university. I remember clearly: a month ago, right after my family went bankrupt, my ex-fiancé, Noah, couldn't wait to cancel our engagement and publicly announce his relationship with Sarah. He had completely forgotten that without the Vance family's backing, an illegitimate son like him would never have been able to gain a foothold and build his own power amidst the ruthless infighting of his wealthy family. I didn't try to force him to keep the engagement. I only hoped that, for the sake of the support the Vance family had given him in the past, he might lend a hand and help us out of our crisis. Instead, he held Sarah in his arms and mocked me without any attempt to hide his disdain: "Who needs the Vance family's help? Back then, your family was the one desperately throwing themselves at me. Sarah is kind and gentle; she is the one I truly love." Then, he publicly announced his relationship with Sarah, leaving me standing there, enduring the mockery of everyone present. When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter. When a wall starts to crumble, everyone pushes. I understood that perfectly now. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have been desperate enough to try and seduce my worst enemy. But I had no idea what Sarah was doing here. Trying to catch us in the act? After all, rumor had it that Carter confessed his feelings to her in college and was rejected, and ever since, the word on the street was that he was hopelessly, unrequitedly in love with her. No wonder he and Noah had been bitter rivals for so many years. Even if he supposedly liked me now, who knew if seeing his "first love" again would reignite old feelings? Plus, looking at Carter's current condition... I seriously doubted if I could actually handle him. Running away was definitely the best strategy. 4 I quietly crept toward the door handle. I had just opened it a crack when, completely unexpectedly, the person next to me slammed it shut with a loud BANG. Carter scooped me up, pinning me against the door. His breathing had grown significantly heavier, and he was panting slightly. Crap. The drug is definitely kicking in. No, wait. More accurately, the drug should have kicked in ages ago. Carter was just too good at holding it together, enduring it until now. But... could I really handle him like this? I couldn't help but swallow hard. I should definitely run. "Help, mmmph..." I kicked my legs frantically. Completely unprepared, he tilted my chin up and kissed me aggressively. He kissed me fiercely and urgently, as if trying to merge my entire body into his. The knocking on the door outside grew louder: "Carter, are you in there?" It was Sarah. She was probably drawn by the sound of Carter slamming the door. "Carter, you absolute motherf—..." I started cursing him out. But the next second, my mouth was blocked again. [Baby tastes so sweet. Kiss, kiss, kiss.] [What's this? It's my wife. Kiss her. What's this? It's my wife. Kiss her again. What's this? It's my wife. Kiss her again and again.] Me: ... The knocking outside grew even louder, and if you listened closely, it sounded a bit frantic. "Chloe Vance, are you in that room?! What have you done to Carter?!" "Carter, are you okay?! Open the door quickly!" Separated only by a single door. Inside, Carter and I were entangled in a desperate struggle; outside, Sarah and her group were pounding on the door like maniacs. The BANG BANG sound got louder and louder. I suspected they were going to break the door down soon. I heard Carter's inner voice. [So annoying. Do these people have zero self-awareness? Why do they have to interrupt me and Baby?] [I am so sick of this Sarah girl. Every time I go looking for Baby, she's always right there, making passive-aggressive comments and trying to frame Baby.] [Looks like I need to put some pressure on the Hayes family so Noah keeps a tighter leash on his little mistress, instead of letting her run around causing trouble because she has too much free time.] Huh? So he doesn't actually like Sarah? I could feel them literally kicking the door outside now. The next second, Carter just pulled the door open. 5 Camera lenses and flashing lights hit us immediately. He pressed the back of my head, burying my face in his chest. Ugh, kill me now. The social death is so severe I can never show my face in public again. Carter's eyes were dark, his tone instantly dropping below freezing: "Is there a problem?" Sarah had several people trailing behind her, both men and women. And... a group of reporters. They were all staring at us, dumbfounded. They had all come because Sarah told them Chloe Vance had drugged Carter, hoping to catch a good show and mock the bankrupt heiress. But looking at the situation now, it seemed like they had arrived at the absolute worst time, interrupting the "Crown Prince's" intimate moment. Rumor had it that this guy... didn't have the best temper. Who knew if he was going to completely lose it? They instinctively backed up a few steps, leaving only Sarah standing in the front. Sarah composed herself and bit her lip slightly: "I just saw Ms. Vance... it looked like she poured a packet of white powder into your glass. I was really worried about your safety, Carter, so I followed you to check..." "But looking at it now, it seems I've just caused trouble for you." After delivering her pitiful little speech, she lowered her eyelashes, looking wronged as she stared at the floor. Carter's eyes were cold, his voice deep: "At least you know." He choked off whatever Sarah was going to say next right in her throat. Sarah looked up, staring at him in sheer disbelief. Someone in the back couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward. "Carter, don't go too far! Sarah only brought us here because she was worried about you! And instead of appreciating it, you're standing here lecturing her?!" I instinctively looked up. Carter tightened his grip, pressing me firmly against his chest. Still angry, I secretly punched him in the chest. I didn't notice, but a faint smirk touched the corners of his lips. Faced with the guy's accusation, he just replied indifferently: "None of your damn business." He caught my thrashing hands. And lazily lifted his eyelids. "However, I feel obligated to remind Ms. Sarah that making a massive public spectacle by bringing a mob to my hotel room and attempting to break down my door constitutes a severe invasion of my privacy and defamation of character. Tell your fiancé that we might be seeing each other in court. Best of luck." Without giving anyone a chance to react, he slammed the door shut. 6 "Hey, Carter..." He let go of me and rushed straight into the bathroom. Then, the sound of the shower running echoed through the room. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty. The person who gave me the drug had guaranteed that the effects were incredibly potent and the results absolutely undeniable. He had held it in for so long; he must be in agony. This feeling of guilt lasted until he finally came out, and I heard his inner voice: [If I knew the drug was this strong, I wouldn't have given her this specific one.] [But thankfully, she actually believed what I told her and chose to drug me to seduce me! Chloe Cat really does just want my body!] I stood frozen in place. When I made the decision to drug him, it was actually because an online friend encouraged me to do it. I got the drug from him, too. He even helped me formulate a detailed plan, afraid I might mess it up. Since I was never the sharpest tool in the shed to begin with, I just obediently followed his instructions. At the time, I even thought, Wow, this guy is really nice! But looking at it now, the whole thing was orchestrated and directed by him, and I completely wasted 50,000 bucks! "CARTER!" I was absolutely furious. Gritting my teeth. I charged forward and tackled him to the floor: "You! Evil! Dog!" "Give! Me! Back! My! Fifty! Grand!" His body went completely stiff. "What 50 grand?" [There's no way she figured it out, right?] [How could she? With the IQ of someone who spends $100 to buy three roses when they cost $30 each?] ... I seriously wanted to curse him out. Why did he have to throw in personal insults?! I glared at him, trying to find some hint of guilt or remorse in his eyes. But unfortunately, there was none. He was still playing dumb. ... Forget it. Drugging him was wrong of me in the first place. Might as well take a step back. This was the perfect opportunity to exploit his obsessive crush. 7 I took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Ahem. Carter, bringing you to this hotel on my own was my mistake. But you forcefully kissed me... you tarnished my innocence. You owe me compensation for emotional distress." "Not a lot. A million dollars is fine." I looked at him expectantly. Carter, however, intentionally dragged out his words, acting incredibly nonchalant. "But my money—is only for my girlfriend to spend." His wet, short hair hung over his forehead, obscuring those incredibly captivating, soul-stealing eyes. "If you want the money, why don't you—" "Deal! I accept!" I cut him off. Hilarious. Even though I always treated him like a pesky little brother, who would say no to money? Once I became his girlfriend, I would leverage his obsessive crush to mercilessly extract cash from him. Carter smiled and shook his head. "Hold on. I don't think I've agreed yet." [They say you love what you can't have, and you ignore what comes too easily.] [If I agree to her terms this easily, she'll definitely think I'm cheap, and what if she gets bored of me right away?] Me: "...Then what do you want to do?" Carter sat on the sofa, slowly and methodically unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his pale, exquisite collarbones. "How about this? Why don't you try seducing me first?" 8 But why did it feel like he was the one seducing me? I took a deep breath, turned around, and pretended to leave: "Never mind then." Carter grabbed me. "How about this? One hug, 100 grand. One kiss, 500 grand." I raised an eyebrow. "What? Are you trying to be my sugar daddy?" Carter quickly looked away, the tips of his ears turning red. "Just a method to humiliate you." He forced a stiff, unnatural smile onto his face, looking incredibly punchable. "After all, you hate me so much. The more uncomfortable you are, the happier I am." Is that so? Because I could hear his thoughts perfectly clearly: [Stupid mouth, I command you, if you don't know how to speak properly, shut up!] [Waaah, offering her money is just a tactic to make Baby stay with me~] I stepped closer, poking his collarbone repeatedly with my finger. Carter's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. A rare look of helplessness flashed in his eyes, making him look incredibly alluring. His chest rose and fell slightly. I tilted my head. And offered an innocent smile. "Carter, I'm just curious... is your mouth the only hard thing on your entire body?" Is it really that hard to admit you like me? Carter grabbed my hand, flipped our positions, and pinned me beneath him. His voice was magnetic, laced with a hint of huskiness: "There's another place that's also very hard. Do you want to test it out?" 9 "No thanks." I expressionlessly kneed him in the leg. He winced in pain and let me go. "Chloe Cat, why do you kick so hard?" I rolled my wrists, expressionlessly leaned over, and gave him a quick hug. "I accept your offer. But the price goes up." 200 grand for a hug. But we can skip the kissing. "Hurry up, transfer the money." I rushed him. My phone rang, reminding me that the time for my job interview was approaching. I sent a message to HR, telling them I wouldn't be attending the interview. But I still put on a show of grabbing my purse and pretending to leave. Carter stopped me. "Where are you going?" "Job interview." I waved my phone at him. Even if he was my sugar daddy, my family's massive debt couldn't be paid off overnight. So, before I drugged him, I had made a few backup plans and arranged several job interviews in advance. "Come work at my company. I happen to need a secretary right now." "..." "Free room and board, full benefits, a million-dollar annual salary, weekends off." My eyes lit up, but I still feigned reluctance: "Ahem. Well, since you're inviting me so sincerely, I guess I can force myself to accept." I heard his pitiful inner voice. [She really only likes my money...] [But it's fine. At least I can use my money to make her stay.]
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