PROMOTED (MXM) ✔️

Chapter 4

WARNING ⚠️  Sexscene ahead. You may skip the whole chapter and won't miss a thing 

How did we get here? I asked myself, as Henerson led me to his apartment instead of taking me home.

His hand was unnecessarily holding mine as if I'd escape the moment he let go, and it felt weird... I tried pulling away once but his hold was firm enough to tire me out.

He was so gentle that it scared me.

What if there's an ambush inside? What if he called his friends to make fun of me? What if they hurt me again? I asked myself, obviously trying to change my mind.

I know that I can be stupid sometimes, but time has gone worse. Why did I even agree to this?

I felt a small tap on the side of my head and I immediately looked at the culprit. Henerson's blue eyes met mine and I stiffened as I noticed those familiar stares.

Familiar and yet I can't remember completely-

Henerson decided to lean in towards me as soon as the door in his apartment closed, and I finally remembered.

How could I even forget?

Back then, you'd stare at me like that every single time before you dragged me away to an empty room. There you would shower me with forceful kisses, and I'd try everything to push you away. But you never bulge - not even from my punches. Not even from my cries-

I glared.

But that was before.

My hand moved on its own and covered his lips to stop him.

Oh, no you won't.

His eyes widened in amusement before he decided to kiss my palm instead, which made me stiffen.

How dare he attack as soon as we enter the door?!

"Wait! I need to take a shower first!" I said as he continued kissing my palm lightly while staring at my eyes. My face had turned bright red in embarrassment before I decided to look away. "I also need to prepare-"

"No need." Henerson finally stopped harassing my hand with kisses and I slowly looked directly into his eyes, only to find him handsomely smiling at me again. "I want to do it for you. And you don't need a shower."

"I do!"

"Nope. I don't want you to. Your scent will disappear."

What a fucking pervert.

I stared at him in disbelief as he pulled me closer to my waist before sniffing the side of my neck, giving me tingles.

Why is he so clingy all of a sudden? It's just sex that he is after, he doesn't need to treat me like a lover.

He trailed his nose gently on my skin and I stiffened.

"Wait-"

It's weird...

It's making my chest feel so tight and fuzzy...

"Hey," My boss made me stare directly at his lustful stares again, and I felt like melting under it. I furrowed my brows at him, trying to pull his right hand from getting under my clothes.

"I waited long enough, Hope. There's no way I'll wait any longer." Henerson breathed into my lips and I felt like all my strength was slipping away from his touch.

How could he be so gorgeous? I'm impressed. And from the way he was looking at me, he seemed to like his point of view as well.

"I've always wanted to tell you this since we met again,"