After being diagnosed with terminal cancer, I decided to go rogue. Toxic childhood frenemy? Seduce him. Hot, stoic neighbor? Seduce him too. Good news: The cancer was a misdiagnosis. Bad news: The doctor says I’m pregnant. I stood there, completely stunned. Wait, seriously... who the hell is the father? 01 In the hospital corridor, I clutched the lab report, feeling like the sky was crashing down. Cancer? "I just had a few nosebleeds!" I shrieked internally. "Cancer?!" The doctor sighed a heavy, dramatic sigh. "Young lady, life is unfair. But listen, for this final stretch... just relax. Eat well, drink well, don't overthink things." Translation: You’re doomed. Go home and wait for the reaper. Grief hit me like a truck. I stood there sobbing like a boiling teakettle. This can't be happening. "God, don't bully me like this!" I’m a pure, blossoming flower of a girl. I haven’t even held a man’s hand romantically yet... How can I die now? I refuse. I absolutely refuse to die a virgin. 02 I left the hospital and went straight to the mall. I bought a pile of sexy slip dresses and mini-skirts. I swore to myself: Before I kick the bucket, I am going to land a man. As for the candidate... Jax is my nemesis. But he’s also my childhood best friend. We grew up together. I know his roots, his dirt, everything. He’s never even held a girl's hand. His track record is clean. I guess I’ll start with him. I showed up at his place. Jax was lounging on the sofa, back to me, long legs stretched out. "Why are you here in the middle of the night, Chloe? Finally realized you want my body?" I choked. He’s always had a smart mouth. Usually, I’d roast him back. But this time... he was right. When I didn't answer, he spun around with a sneer. "Cat got your—" "Holy sh*t." Jax saw the dress. He stiffened immediately, eyes wide with suspicion. "Why are you dressed like that? Where are you going? A date? Did you come here for a fashion check? The audacity." He talks so much. And why does he sound like he’s grinding his teeth? "Why are you firing words like a machine gun?" I asked, confused. "Because of you!" Jax’s face looked dark. "Why the sudden style change? It’s weird." True. I usually live in oversized hoodies and sweatpants. I’m practically a nun. But I couldn't exactly say: Jax, I want to jump your bones. I rubbed my nose, guilty. My eyes drifted down. Under his crisp white shirt, Jax’s collarbones were playing peek-a-boo. Lower... broad chest, tight waist. Okay, he’s actually kind of hot. I gulped. If only he were mute, he’d be perfect. 03 I hesitated, stepping closer. Jax looked like he was facing a bomb squad. "Chloe, what’s the play? Did you break something of your parents' again? Fine, I’ll take the blame. Just... stop." "You don't need to dress like this." He turned his head away, breathing heavy. "And you d-d-don't need to stand so close." If I don't get close, how do I make my move? I felt a little embarrassed, too. But then I looked closer—Jax was red from his cheeks to his neck. Usually, he’s the definition of "arrogant." Now he’s stuttering? Oh, I am so into this. How do they do it in romance novels? I had a lightbulb moment. I went up on my tiptoes, did a little spin, and— Oof. I threw myself right into Jax’s arms. His scent was warm. I landed on his lap. Instinctively, his hands gripped my waist. The dress was short. His palms touched bare skin. He let go like he’d touched fire. "Do you not have eyes, Chloe?!" Jax gritted his teeth. His hot breath tickled my neck. I shivered. "Hubby... why are you so mean to me?" I buried my face in his chest, peeking up to check his reaction. The internet said: Girl chases boy, it’s easy. Just call him Hubby. Jax looked like he was going to explode. He was cooked-shrimp red. I wanted to laugh, but that would kill the mood. I suppressed the giggles and pressed the attack. One arm around his neck. The other hand tugging his collar. Forcing him to look down, closing the distance. "Hubby." I blew gently into his ear. "Am I pretty?" 04 Jax froze. His ears were burning. "P-pretty... pretty ugly!" "Chloe, you’ve lost your mind." He pushed me away, swearing. "You're heavy. Get off me." I exploded. I’m casting pearls before swine here! I raged. "Fine! I'm getting off!" He dared to call me heavy? I needed to roast him back. "You misunderstood anyway. I was just practicing on you." "Did you think I liked you?" "Looking at you makes me tired." "And by the way, stop keeping the TV remote in your pocket. It’s digging into me." Jax paused. He looked even angrier. "Practicing? For who?" "Chloe, what is wrong with you today?" "Where did you learn to dress like this? It’s ugly. Change back." "I’m telling you, it’s ugly—" This guy is hopeless. I got annoyed, grabbed him, shoved him out the door, and slammed it. I could still hear him yelling "Don't wear that!" from the hallway. Absolute terminal straight male energy. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot. Jax has zero taste. I deflated. Dammit. An enemy is an enemy. He’ll never be Hubby. Jax is a bust. Time to scout a new target. 05 My neighbor across the hall is a single hottie named Liam. Handsome, refined, aloof but gentle. Crucially: He’s nice. The weather forecast said rain. I timed my exit for when he’d be home. I deliberately left my umbrella, walked around the block in the downpour until I was soaked, and pretended to lose my keys. Then, I knocked on Liam’s door. "I forgot my keys... could I borrow your shower?" Classic K-Drama move. Liam is kind. He agreed. The plan was perfect. But I underestimated the rain. I got a fever and literally fainted in his bathroom. I did make it to his bed, though. In my delirium, I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Hubby..." "Uh? Why do you have a remote in your pocket too..." Liam froze like a statue. After a minute, he snapped out of it and touched my forehead. "You're burning up." "I'll get you some medicine. Be good and lie down, okay?" I wouldn't let go. He let me cling to him. He didn't rush me, didn't scold me. Didn't even frown. 100 times gentler than that trash Jax. Decision made: I’m going to ravage this man. Our faces got closer, closer... And then I passed out cold from the fever. Just my luck. 06 Liam took care of me all night. 360-degree VIP service. I woke up the next morning feeling human again. I checked my phone. Jax had blown it up. Jax: [Where are you? Why aren't you home?] [Seriously? Ignoring me? Chloe, you’re dead.] [Say something. Where are you??] [Hello???] [You think the silent treatment will make me apologize?] [Fine. I shouldn't have yelled last night. I'm sorry.] [Chloe, where the hell are you??] I put the phone down. Ignored. He wrecked my confidence. I’m not talking to him. As for Liam... I rubbed my hands together. Round two. I vaguely remembered last night. In my fever haze, I asked, "Am I pretty?" "You're beautiful." He answered with sparkling eyes. No hesitation. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No. My mom tried to set us up once, remember? She always mocks me for being single." Liam touched my forehead again. I get it. He’s hinting. He wants a title? I reached out, causing chaos with my hands. Liam caught my wrists and pinned them above my head. He looked down, gaze intense. "Chloe. Some things... you can't just do randomly." "If we do this, I have to take responsibility. Forever." Honestly, forever isn't necessary. I’m dying soon. Just a few months. Let me have some fun before I go. So I pushed back. "Liam... I want to know." My voice dropped to a whisper. "Are your lips as soft as your heart?" Liam’s lips pressed into a thin line. Redness crept up his neck. Finally, he practically fled the room. Oh my god. I am a predator. This time, I’m definitely bagging a man. 07 But... I’m actually a coward. I’ve never done this. I went to Reddit to ask for help anonymously. Title: Help! How do I sleep with my Crush? Context: He seems aloof, totally the ascetic type. Kind sisters replied instantly. [Ascetic types are the easiest. They're either bad in bed, or terrifyingly good.] [Just be direct. It’ll either happen immediately or never.] Makes sense. I latched onto one user, "Anon123", for specific advice. "Urgent! Any tips?" [Don't call me baby. I'm a guy. I have someone I like.] Wow, a loyal king. Even online. Nice. A moment later, he replied: [Sorry, I have zero experience.] [But I think... nighttime amplifies tension.] [I never dare to be alone with her at night.] Another lonely soul. I chatted him up. "How’s it going with your crush?" He typed for a long time. [She called me Hubby. But I feel like she’s... just playing with me.] I pictured a pure-hearted college boy. Poor guy. I typed back: "For a girl, 'Hubby' isn't a word used lightly." "She definitely likes you." "Even if she’s playing, if you like her... why not let her play?" He hesitated. [That... makes sense.] "Good luck with your girl tonight!" I checked the time. 3 PM. Sunset soon. I showered, applied perfume to my wrists and behind my ears. Put on the slip dress. I am a woman of action. Tonight, Liam is mine. 08 I thought about it. Jumping him sober is too aggressive. Liquid courage. That’s the key. I poured a glass of wine. I texted Liam: "Ugh, insomnia again." He replied fast: "What's wrong? Feeling sick again?" "Why are you upset?" Liam is the anti-Jax. Gentle. Patient. I continued the act: "Physically fine. Just frustrated." "Insomnia. If I can't sleep, how can I sleep with you?" Silence. Crap. Is Liam the "bad in bed" type Anon123 warned about? I doubled down: "I’m 99% sure I like you." "The 1% is missing your kiss." Liam replied with one word. "Okay." Okay? Just okay?! Suddenly, the room spun. F*ck. Nobody told me this wine was so strong. I forgot the mission. My heart was beating in my forehead. The weightlessness made me panic. I sent a distress signal. [Come to my place. Save me.] Ding ding. My phone buzzed. Huh? Jax was still texting me? The words were swimming. "I... something... owe you?" Whatever. Can't read. But Liam is coming. I was happy. I benevolently replied to Jax: "Home now." Added: "Do not disturb." Almost forgot he has a spare key. Can't have him ruining my night. A polite knock. I dropped the phone, opened the door, and fell straight into the visitor's arms. My wrist was caught. "You've been drinking." Liam frowned, looking worried. I blurted out: "Drinking makes it easier." "Liam, I want to sleep with you."
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