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(13) I Dare You

WARNING: This chapter contains a scene depicting sexual assault. Read at your own risk.

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"MR. MCCARTNEY, NOAH IS already waiting inside the van. You can join him there while we pack the equipment," one of the staff said, and I nodded my head and thanked him. After the photoshoot, everyone decided to have a dinner party at a restaurant close by. Hunter didn't want to go and insisted to head back home with me instead, but I told him that it would be rude if we don't join them especially when he's the main event of this project.

     When I got to the van, I slide the door open, revealing Hunter who was now wearing his casual clothes. When he saw that it was me, he quickly grabs my hand and says, "Close the door, hurry!"

     "A-alright, calm down," I say, closing the door behind me and sitting beside Hunter who looked tired after all the work he did. I wanted to reconsider if we should really just head back home so he could rest, but then Hunter pulls me close and wraps his arms around me.

     "I missed you," he suddenly says, and his words feel so comforting that I didn't even make a fuss anymore as I comfortably sat on his lap with my head resting on his shoulder.

     "Why on earth would you miss me when we've been together all day," I tell him, and Hunter chuckles and starts caressing my back.

     "By the way, are you okay with the van? I requested it because I know you don't like riding in a car," I then ask him. Hunter must have been surprised that I even considered such a thing because he didn't say anything for a while, but then he starts patting my head, almost like he was thanking me.

     "It's fine, it's like a mini-bus anyway," he answers, glad that he feels that way.

     The two of us didn't say anything anymore, and his warmth felt so comforting that I couldn't help but close my eyes so I could relax a little.

     "You know, I hated that guy. That guy named Richard Peters," Hunter tells me all of a sudden, making me open my eyes back to look at him.

     "Mr. Peters? You two barely even talked, how can you suddenly hate him?" I asked Hunter even though I hated Mr. Peters myself.

     "I don't know, he just gives me that kind of vibe. The way he acts and speaks is irritating," he explains, and to be honest, I couldn't help but agree with him because I totally feel the same way. Looks like Mr. Peters just oozes out this "I'm a douche" pheromone.

     "By the way, how was I? Did I make you proud?" He asks like a cute kid, so I smiled and pinched his nose, and told him, "You killed it."

     Hunter chuckles and moves close to me, rubbing his nose on mine before I pressed my forehead on his.

     "You looked great," I whisper to him.

     "And the picture?" He whispers back.

     I pulled away from him and pretended like I didn't know what he was talking about even though the picture he mentioned is just tucked inside the pocket of my coat. "What picture?" I teased, and Hunter drapes his arms around me and explains, "You know, the picture that had a little note at the back."

     "Oh, that picture. I don't know, it was pretty—"

     "Sexy?" Hunter finishes with such a low voice, and the way he said it just unintentionally sent a shiver down my spine. He had no right to sound as hot as that.

     "Well, i-it was kind of..."

     "Or was it not sexy enough little pup? Should I have shown a little more skin?" He then asks, and now it was obvious that he was teasing me because of how I reacted.