Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Matthew took this opportunity to wrap Erica in his arms. He put his lips closer to hers and drank deeply. "Honey, I feel a little dizzy."

His voice was soft and seductive, like music to her ears. She hugged him happily. "Come lean on me. I'll help you in."

"Okay. You're so good to me."

The couple finally entered the villa. Erica kicked off her shoes and bent down to take Matthew's shoes off as well. He leaned against a wall for support.

Realizing what she was about to do, he yanked his foot away from her. "I'll do it myself!" He quickly took off his shoes and put on the house shoes.

"We'd better get you upstairs," Erica said. "Let me help you," she continued. 'We'd better take the elevator; we're both pretty beat.'

Erica had figured out the best way upstairs, but the man wasn't heading for the elevator. He stayed in the living room.

Confused, she looked at the man who stood rooted to the spot and asked, "What are you doing? Let's go!"

Matthew held her in his arms and cupped her cheeks. "Honey, do you love me?" His warm breath fell on her face.

She blushed and said, "What do you think?" 'Didn't I already tell him I love him?'

The man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "I want to hear it again." His voice was deep and hoarse.

The tenderness in his eyes and voice melted her heart. She asked uncertainly, "Matthew, is there a reason you're acting like a spoiled kid?"

He reminded her a lot of Adkins and Boswell when they wanted something from her. They came to her trying to butter her up. They looked gentle but a little cold.

She was now sure they got this from Matthew.

Colman and Damian were more like her. They often played it cute and sweet.

Embarrassed, Matthew raised his voice and retorted, "Spoiled? Seriously?" How could he act like a spoiled child? That was not like him. If word got out about that, wouldn't he become a laughingstock?

Erica stepped away from him and said, "Yeah. You should take a look in a mirror. If you're just trying to get something out of me, I'm not saying it. It doesn't matter anyway, does it?"

matters to me. Now say

he cared whether she loved him or

"Okay, let's say I do say it. What's in

He looked at her clothes and fought the impulse to tear them from her. "I'm all yours tonight. So where do you want to do it? In the living room, dining room? Maybe on the sofa, out on the balcony..." Seeing her face turn as red as

is so not cool!' "Not happening. I'm going to

delight in flirting with her. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not. He mimed taking off his clothes.

woman's reaction was beyond Matthew's wildest dreams. Her eyes lit up.

woman was still as

immediately took his hand and guided him to the elevator. "Let's get to the room! I'll take

want to see you strip those clothes off right

the large living room, Erica hesitated.

bright. She didn't feel comfortable doing anything right there.

his phone. As he tapped on his phone, several lights in the living room faded out, and

man nervously, "Don't do anything stupid!" 'This is the living room. What if our kids come in all of a sudden? The bedroom is better. That way we can lock the door, ' she

won't." He wouldn't do anything stupid. But this wasn't stupid at all!

other. "Don't touch me," the woman said.

said,

the woman said, "I mean

"Okay!"

moment hung in the air as if frozen. Time seemed to freeze. But she missed his touch as much as

that, the two shared their bodies in the living room.

She said "I love you," over

midnight, trying to recover from lovemaking. She was sore and tired. The man came in, and she only had the energy to groan at him. 'I

her slightly swollen lips and said, "I'll carry

'That's more like it!'

thinking something was wrong. She had said "I love you" to Matthew many times during the course of the night. But he hadn't said it to her

Matthew, the man who always locked his feelings away, confess his

the safe. He found some