Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Wesley pressed Blair against the wall and put his hands there as well. She was boxed in, with his hands on either side of her head.

He lowered his head, leaned in, and said in a low voice, "You want me to act like this, huh?"

"Wh-what?" she stammered. His face was inches away from hers. She caught a whiff of some scent or other; it smelled like grass—it must be his shower gel. There was no electricity, and Blair's phone was the only source of light. It shed enough light for her to see his waist.

Romance was in the air, there in the bedroom. Her heart raced, her mind running wild with visions.

'You've shown me what you want, so I'll play along.' A scornful smile flashed across Wesley's face.

Before Blair knew it, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips, sending her into a blissful trance. The brush of his lips against hers was everything she imagined it to be—gentle, passionate, perfect.

Blair widened her eyes, not knowing how to respond. His kiss was demanding yet soft. She felt like hundreds of fireworks had exploded simultaneously in her mind.

She remembered a song all of a sudden—Jane Zhang's "Finally I Have You."

One line from that song in particular said, "Finally I have you. I'm glad I never gave up."

And that song was so perfect, describing exactly what she was feeling. She was ecstatic that he finally showed his feelings for her. She had worked hard for his love—she deserved it.

She was so moved her eyes reddened from tears. She closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe and cradled his neck, kissing him back. She poured every bit of her heart and soul, her hopes and dreams into that kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell of her apartment rang, breaking rudely into the couple's romantic moment.

Wesley let her go and regarded the girl in his arms. Blair was finally able to breathe again, her face as red as a ripe tomato. She broke free from him, moving to open the door for Talbot.

Before she could leave her bedroom, Wesley pulled her back and pressed her against the wall again. "I've seen so many women like you. Kabedon, kisses...That's what you want, right?"

the color drained from her face. He'd been messing with her again.

the doorbell, he continued, "You watch too much TV! That stuff you see in the dramas? That's not real. No wonder I don't really like women. Now that I've given you what you want, leave me alone.

'Bothering him?

a pest, ' Blair thought bitterly.

her tears and retorted stubbornly, "No, you're wrong. I want more. I want everything." She pointed to

in his dark eyes. 'She's never going

kissing? Did you want me as much as I wanted you? Did you feel

louder than words. Oh God! Why am I in love with a coward? A coward who can't even

face. This was the first time he had been called

her up in his arms and threw

to fuck you?"

sat up and answered, "I know I

heard a definitive sound,

was the sound of a belt being unbuckled. 'Wesley?' she

phone and throw a little light on the situation. But before she could do that, she was pressed against the bed by his

to answer it. "Keep

bother to wait for Talbot to reply. He hung up the

looked at his

not open

it all the more enticing when they felt each other's hot breath. Her heart was pounding like it would burst through her chest, her eyes wide. 'Is he really

Wesley!" she called out

'dear Wesley'? Girls like to call me that." His voice was low and

'He's so hot!' "Dear Wesley," she called out in a sweet

hard. 'She's easier than I thought. Damn! Her voice

in a harsh voice.