Chapter 238

Nathaniel pulled the car to a stop. "The contraception aisle is right there. Go get it."

He was making Harrison buy condoms for him.

If Gabrielle wasn't still under his control, Harrison would have told him to screw off. This was beyond humiliating.

Harrison refused to move. Nathaniel studied her delicate, flawless face—the way a soft blush spread across her cheeks, even tinting the pale curve of her earlobes. It was unbearably cute, enough to make him want to push her further.

"What’s the hold-up? Don’t you want your friend released?"

A clear threat.

Fine.

Harrison gave in. She spun on her heel and marched toward the contraception section.

The moment she stepped in, two couples turned to stare, their gazes sharp with curiosity.

Harrison wished the floor would swallow her whole.

She glanced back to find Nathaniel leaning against the hallway, his long legs casually crossed, watching her with an amused smirk. He was clearly enjoying her discomfort.

Harrison bit her lower lip, fighting back embarrassment, then grabbed a box of condoms and held it up. "This size?"

Nathaniel squinted—Size S.

"Not right? How about this one?"

She swapped it for another box, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.

Now it was XS.

The couples' expressions shifted to sympathy—directed at Nathaniel.

His face darkened, jaw tightening. Without a word, he strode forward and glared down at her.

Seeing him flustered, Harrison’s eyes sparkled with mischief. She pressed further. "Mr. Falcon, maybe we shouldn’t. What if Mrs. Falcon finds out...?"

The couples' sympathy turned to disgust. "What a scumbag."

A vein pulsed in Nathaniel’s temple. He reached for her, ready to drag her out.

Harrison flashed him a sly, fox-like grin and darted away.

She didn’t get far. Nathaniel’s hand closed around her high ponytail, yanking her back with just enough force.

Here he was—a polished billionaire in a tailored suit—tugging her hair like a schoolyard bully.

"Let go of my hair, you creep!"

The last time he’d seen her in this student outfit with her ponytail, he’d wanted to do exactly this.

Nathaniel shoved her against the wall, his tall frame caging her in as his dark eyes bored into hers. "Impatient? Starting the roleplay early?"

Harrison’s face burned. She had wanted to embarrass him, but by flipping it into roleplay, he’d turned the tables.

She met his gaze, eyes glistening. "Mr. Falcon, this isn’t roleplay. You’re using Gabrielle to force me. You’re exploiting the unspoken rule, aren’t you?"

As he loosened his grip, a few strands of hair curled against her neck—making her look even more like a helpless student cornered by a powerful man.

Nathaniel cleared his throat, voice low and rough. "Do you even know what the 'unspoken rule' is? Protection or no protection—that’s two completely different games. When you told me to wear one, I didn’t argue."

Harrison’s eyes widened. Just because this man didn’t sleep around didn’t mean he was clueless.

She pressed a small hand against his chest. "I don’t want to take the morning-after pill again. You didn’t use one that night..."