Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire

Jun’s POV

"Jun, I’m fine."

I don’t respond to her. Instead, I lock the door behind us and take off the jacket she’s hugging around herself, her body still trembling from the cold. I can see her shivering beneath the flimsy night t-shirt with holes—her go-to for comfort, and takes it off of her. Wet clothes do more damage.

"Jun,"

Yep, no response again. It’s better that way. If I say something now, I know I’ll regret it. I’ll shake her for answers I’ve been dying to hear, or worse, I’ll confront her about why she ran out into the rain for me—because she fkng cares.

There are two sides of her battling each other—one that pulls her closer to me, the other that pushes her away.

I take angry steps to the bathroom, fists clenched, and turn on the shower, setting it to the hottest temperature. It heats up quickly, steam billowing up into the air. I reduce it to a warm, more tolerable setting once the water is hot.

"Jun," I glance up. She steps into the shower cubicle, wearing nothing but soaked panties, her body trembling, lips tinged blue from the cold.

It does something to me that she’s so comfortable around me to walk naked and not be bothered. That’s the same woman who’d run away from me earlier today.

Seeing her like this, makes me question everything. She’s shivering, teeth clattering, her hair wet and clumped together....

"Get in," I command, my frustration building.

"You don’t command me," she retorts, her voice steady despite the visible tremor in her body. "First, tell me. Why are you so angry?"

She walks back toward the room, distancing herself from the warmth of the shower. I follow her, the anger in my chest refusing to subside.

"Why did you refuse to meet me earlier?" I demand, my voice sharp. "Can I know what I did wrong? What my crime was that made you withdraw from me like that?"

I grab her elbow, spinning her around so she’s facing me.

Her lips are blue, her eyes cloudy with unshed tears, but she bites her lip and lowers her gaze. She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she sits on the corner of the bed, pulling the comforter over her trembling body.

Of course, she doesn’t answer me.

"Get in the shower."

"No."

"You asked for this, don’t blame me."

"AH JUN! STOP!"

she fights under my touch, shiver running through her body as I throw her over my shoulder, and takes us to the shower. Her attempts to break free from my arms, kicking and beating my back are in vain, she barely weights anything.

I won’t let her stay like this—not when I can help her. I know how much she hates medicines and it will be more troublesome if she catches fever.

She lets out a sigh as the hot water begins to soothe her chilled body. But even as the heat envelops her, there’s still a distance between us—an invisible wall she’s built, refusing to let me cross it.

I take off my own clothes, tossing them aside, trying to keep my focus, but it’s harder than I expected. The urge to pull her closer, to erase that distance, is overwhelming. But I fight it.

"I’m not interested in sex right now," her arms crossing over her chest as she steps away from me.

"Is this how low you think of me?" I can’t help the bitterness in my voice. Without thinking, I pull her back under the water. "Fight however you want. Think whatever you want. But do it by not killing yourself with this freezing cold."

Despite the water streaming down us, I see the tears rolling down her cheeks. She takes a step toward the shower door, and I wrap my arm around her middle, my grip firm but not forceful, and pull her flush against me. "For God’s sake, stop doing this, Yiren."

She stays still for a moment, allowing me to hold her under the water, maybe because she doesn’t have to see my face anymore. But then I feel her shoulders shake—her sobs silent but strong—and I know. She’s crying.

"Shhh..." I whisper, my voice breaking as I sit down on the shower floor, cradling her in my lap, hugging her from behind. She feels so small in my arms. "I’m here,"

"I need a different room," she says suddenly, her voice soft but firm, like she’s already made up her mind.

"Okay."

"No sex anymore."

"Okay."

"No kisses," she adds, her voice trembling with something between sadness and resolve.

"Okay." I can’t fight her. I won’t. Not now.

She pauses, and I look down at her, my heart breaking as I see her cry harder now, her lips trembling. Then the words come out in a rush, like she’s been holding them back for too long.

"And you’ll soon plan a breakup act so we can get done with this," her voice choking as if the words themselves are too painful for her to speak. It hits me like a punch to the gut.

"Okay." My throat tightens.

"Dammit, why are you agreeing so easily?" she snaps, her voice raw with emotion. "Won’t you ask questions?"

I don’t answer. I don’t say a word, not until she faces me.

She turns slowly in my lap, looking into my eyes, and for the first time, I see everything—her vulnerability, her pain, her confusion—and I feel everything she’s feeling.

I straddle her on my lap, the water still falling around us, washing over us, but in this moment, it feels like everything is static.

To my relief lips are pink again, no longer trembling from the cold.

"Talk to me, Bunny," I whisper, my voice cracking slightly. "Tell me what my crime is."

"Jun, we were supposed to be enemies, fighting and bickering," she says, her voice soft but heavy with meaning.

"Ain’t we doing that right now?" I tease, a smile tugging at my lips, but it quickly fades when she shoves me lightly in the chest.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Please, continue."

"This was supposed to be only fake dating," she continues, making imaginary circles on my chest, "And then we became friends. Then friends with benefits. And now... it’s adding more. We get jealous, protective, care... hell we even feel pain for each other. This is getting out of hand."