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?"

there. "It matters to me. Now say it!" This woman would drive him crazy sooner or

he cared whether she loved him or not.

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

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 a ripe apple, he

is so not cool!' "Not happening. I'm going to sleep, and you should too!" She just wanted to get some rest.

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

still as lovely as

him to the elevator. "Let's get to the

to leave, he said, "No. I want to see you strip those clothes off right here, right now.

at the large

living room was big and bright. She didn't feel comfortable doing anything right there.

know what she was thinking. He smiled and took out his phone. As he tapped on his phone, several lights in the living room faded out, and finally, only the lights by

warned the 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, '

won't." He wouldn't do anything stupid. But

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

won't," he said, inching closer to

later, the woman said, "I

"Okay!"

she missed his touch as much as he missed hers. Finally,

their bodies in

over and over, as they explored each

was sore and tired. The man came in, and she only had the energy

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

'That's more like it!'

many

make Matthew, the man who always locked

around the safe.