A Moment in Destiny

William turned up before Sherry, reached out to a handful of her hair, grasped its smell with his nose. Her scent was so fresh as always, never pungent and factitious. She could be compared to a pure orchid.

Kissing her hair, William held her in his arms, with his palms sticking to her back, indulging himself in her tenderness and her beauty. He couldn’t hold back but keep breathing deeply.

Sherry held her breath, remained so silent that she could hear her rapid heartbeats.

His face was too close to hers.

Then and there, as his bathrobe slipped off to uncover his body, the two were entirely attached.

“Be my obedient girl, will you?” William held the delicate lamb tight, and even tighter.

Staring at her pretty face, he lowered his head to kiss her. He was eager to taste her soft, cherry-red lips, but was greeted by a smell of blood, arousing his sudden tender pity for her.

But his lips overwhelmed hers, forcing a wild French kiss upon her, who moaned in shame.

Her wonderful fragrance, her moist lips drove him crazy, giving full play to a man’s wild disposition. William kept kissing her like a beast, while his hands were feeling the shape of her.

The fierce lasting kiss had turned Sherry flush red. When William let go of her with a lingering desire, she was so breathless that she could barely stand on her feet while thinking that she might have died of suffocation.

Slightly panting, William looked at the woman with his hands holding her back, and whispered, “Sherry, I want you to be my woman forever and ever!”

Sherry shifted her focus on him away.

His manly body with masculine power left her nowhere to escape, who knew for sure that he was completely aroused, as they clung together.

Her eyes grew dull. “You only bring me more hate on you this way!”

“Go on, then! Don’t fall in love with me!” As William finished his words, he bowed his head to kiss her neck and all the way down. His palms grabbed hold of her soft bosom. His mouth gnawed at her skin, leaving rose-red love bites.

Sherry felt that she was trembling, responding to his unremitting caresses.

A sense of humiliation and humbleness struck her, dejected her, who had a lump in her throat, and failed to fight back tears.

Her sobs made him stop. He raised his head right away and saw two strings of her tears, hitting his heart.

But he wouldn’t give in. “You said you hate me? Can you really do when you know it feels so good?”

A new round of his aggression started, venting his annoyance provoked by her tears. “Quit you job and stay with me!”

“No!” she groaned while taking all his strength. “There’s no way ...” She found it hard to squeeze words out.

“What I said is a must-do. Come back to me!” He whispered in a cold tone, cold enough to make her quiver.

“I hate you ...”

men in the hall again. He wanted this woman to be his own,

***

do you make me skip my class? You know

the No. 15 residence. Sherry, after a sleepless night of lust, was surely sleeping solidly, when it was already 9 a.m. It must be an exhausting night for

touched his son’s nose, and said,

a look of unconcealed surprise. He had long been eager to see his mother, but his father seemed to take offence at it. “But, won’t you be

upstairs,” William murmured at him, “Let’s not make

Samuel couldn’t believe

“Indeed!”

is that my own mom?” The

own mom, who gave birth to

abandon me?” Samuel wondered as he lowered his head, “Every child has dad and mom. But I only have dad and Dan only has mom.

and hugged him, with his heartstrings tugged

my mom?” Samuel looked at William,

Looking at

Dan my brother, and also your son?” Samuel felt a little puzzled. But

cheered, “I have

and cheers entered her ears and brought about a blue sense in her. As she sat up, she realized that she was stripped, and a flush of pain swept her as if her body was falling apart. Though already a mother,

she felt. But she could take it all for the sake of her child.

Wait!

the voice of

was

chill drove her to grab her clothes and

It was Sammy!

Her child was here!

so fast. She was about to see her own son, who, often as she had met

the thought of how many times she encountered the boy without knowing that he was her son. Sure enough, William understood her longing for her child, but how could

woman, but she had no intention

rapid. She heard clearly the voice of her son, her long missed son, oblivious of going to

out. Though she was not close enough to see her child, the conversation between William and Samuel was clear, her eyes

Let’s wake her

your voice down. Mom is tired and she’s taking a break. She’ll go down here when she feels better. Just

would be so considerate. But she was not grateful to him, who had worn her out and was pretending to be a good

was taken here by the driver!” The boy aired his grievance.

Let’s check what we have in the kitchen.” William held his son’s hand, and walked

yet to eat,