Chapter 3The Billionaire Hiding in My Closet

Right, you kissed, but you're just friends.

I held back the urge to roll my eyes.

I skillfully hit the point he cared about most:

"I won't tell my godmother, but you have to agree to one condition."

Caleb didn't speak, but Mia screamed:

"Forced love isn't sweet! Don't push your luck!"

Caleb frowned, clearly agreeing with her.

I don't know where they got the idea that I was desperate for Caleb and deeply in love with him.

Thinking I'd seize any opportunity to make Caleb commit to me.

I was speechless.

Caleb misinterpreted my silence.

His eyes held reluctance and a sense of charity:

"One week at most."

"No."

One week isn't enough. I have so many tricks I haven't played with Julian yet.

It's all Caleb's fault for having zero boundaries and always barging into my room.

I stared at Caleb, hoping he'd realize his rudeness.

Caleb looked disgusted and annoyed, with an expression that said "I knew it":

"Zoey, I told you I only see you as a sister."

"You can't enter my room for at least a month."

My voice rang out at the same time as his.

Caleb's face turned frighteningly ugly.

He had just been narcissistic and felt he lost face.

Then he thought again, believing I was playing hard to get, and regained his composed posture.

He sneered coldly:

"Don't flatter yourself. Who cares?"

My goal achieved, I didn't bother responding and turned to leave.

Mia obviously didn't believe I wasn't interested in Caleb either.

She spoke softly and sweetly:

"Caleb, let's sleep on a voice call tonight."

Caleb deliberately raised his voice:

"Okay. As long as it's you, whatever you say."

I paused, lost in thought.

How could I convince Julian to pant for me on a voice call from now on?