Page 27 of Wicked Trap

Stepping inside one, she grinned, hoping at least a dozen girls showed up at her arrogant neighbor’s home for dinner the next day. It was a silly trick to play. But it was good enough revenge for having her taxi stolen and being called an entitled princess.

When the lift stopped, she stepped into the long corridor. And once again, delicious smells wafted into the air while she neared her flat.

What the hell did that man cook each day? And why does it smell so damn delicious?

Irritated and also slightly jealous that she didn’t have the necessary skill to cook such dishes, she was about to pass by his flat.

“Good evening, princess,” a deep voice greeted.

He was standing near his front door fixing a damn door knocker—a beautiful, antique door knocker.

How the hell does he have such good taste in everything?

He was once again only in his shorts, baring his chest and wide shoulders. Although it was damn hard, she kept her eyes on his face and not on the tanned muscles.

“Don’t you have clothes to wear?” she snapped.

The weather had been hot and humid lately. And with no air conditioning in any of the flats, most male tenants were dressed sparingly like him. But none of them looked anything close to him or had a ripped body like him.

“You seem obsessed with how I dress, princess.”

Her cheeks heated. “I’m not obsessed with anything relating to you. I just mentioned your lack of clothing because many tenants have been complaining about spotting you roaming half-naked in the apartment corridors. The residents are expected to abide by basic rules of decency.”

She knew she just sounded like some cranky, old conservative lady. In fact, most old ladies in the apartment complex were sweet and didn’t care. And the young female tenants would most likely be thrilled and excited if they ever saw him showing off his ripped muscles.

The arrogant ass knew it as well. He smirked at her lie. “Is that so?” he drawled.

She quickly changed the topic. She looked into his flat and frowned. It was still barely furnished with a single couch, coffee table and a large television set.

“Are you here only until you find a job?” she asked with a hopeful tone.

“I already have a job, princess. So, I’ll be here for quite a while.”

Once again, her hope died. Even as she frowned, her stomach rumbled loudly at the delicious aroma of whatever he was cooking. The sound was loud enough for him to hear.

He looked amused. “Why don’t you come in, and we can continue this conversation? I’m making fish curry in a pot for dinner.”

Her mouth nearly drooled at the thought of having scrumptious fish curry for dinner. But she controlled herself.

“No, thanks,” she once again said, refusing to be lured by food by an arrogant man she hated.

“Why not?” he asked. “Are you scared of me?”

She scoffed. “I’m not scared of you. And for your information, I’m trained in martial arts.”

He seemed amused by that. “Is that so?” he drawled. “Are you saying if anyone were to attack you, you can actually defend yourself?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Not just defend myself but also cause serious damage.”

She had only gone for a few weeks of classes and attended them on and off. The jerk didn’t have to know that.

“I see,” he said.

One moment he was standing by his door talking to her, and the next moment, he grabbed her by her arms. She gasped in shock as her back hit the wall next to his door and his hard body covered hers. Her arms were held above her head using just one of his hands.

“What the hell are you doing!” she gasped.

She was shocked, and fear shot up inside her. His eyes were hooded and dead serious as he looked at her.

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