Chapter 1The First Day Home: My Mom Handed Me a Gorgeous Younger Guy, and I Took the Hint.

On the very first day of my holiday visit home.

My mom practically shoved a gorgeous younger guy into my arms.

She left me with one incredibly loaded sentence:

"You know what to do."

I took the hint perfectly, and I dragged him straight to my bedroom.

Afterward, my mom casually asked where the kid who came for GRE tutoring went.

Looking at the exhausted man lying in my bed...

I trembled.

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My company gave us an extra-long winter break, so I happily dragged my suitcase back to my hometown for the holidays.

The second I stepped through the front door, my mom shoved a young, handsome guy right into my arms and left me with a deeply meaningful:

"You know what to do."

Then she grabbed her purse and sprinted out the door, yelling something about her weekly poker game missing a fourth player.

The guy was easily 6'1", with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and the kind of clean-cut, effortless good looks that belonged on a magazine cover. A faint smile hung on his lips as he sweetly and obediently said, "Hey, Chloe."

His eyes were so clear and innocent. He looked ridiculously easy to take advantage of.

I instantly understood the assignment. I flashed an "OK" sign at my mom’s retreating back, pulled the gorgeous guy inside, and slammed the front door shut.

He stared at me as I locked the deadbolt, blinking in surprise before letting out a low, incredibly attractive, "Hmm?"

His voice was so deep and resonant, listening to it for too long could probably get a girl pregnant.

I turned and shushed him, grabbing his warm hand and leading him straight up the stairs.

His fingers were long, smooth, and perfectly manicured. I had no idea how a guy managed to have hands that soft.

Though he looked a bit confused, he furrowed his brows and obediently let me pull him along.

It wasn't until I shoved him onto my mattress that he finally started squirming in panic like a terrified caterpillar. "Chloe, what are you doing?"

I straddled his waist, pinning his wrists on either side of his head. Once I had him trapped beneath me, I softened my voice and purred, "What do you think?

"This was bound to happen eventually. We’re just speeding up the timeline a little."

But damn, the guy was strong. The moment the words left my mouth, he flipped his hands and gripped my shoulders.

"Chloe, you need to think this through!"

He turned his head away, his gaze landing on my bare wrists. His cheeks were flushed red, but his voice was full of righteous panic.

His grip was iron-tight, and he bent his long legs, trying to buck me off.

I reached out and gently patted his handsome cheek. "Be a good boy. Save that energy for later."

He tried to protest again, but I covered his mouth. "Shh. Don't speak."

He had been struggling and twisting, but the second my lips brushed against his Adam's apple, it was like I hit his pause button. His entire body went rigid.

And then, it felt like I accidentally flipped his beast-mode switch. In a dizzying spin, the innocent guy transformed into a wolf, flipping our positions and practically devouring me alive.