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?"

drained from her face.

he didn't care. Ignoring the doorbell, he continued, "You watch too much TV! That stuff you see in the dramas? That's not

'Bothering him?

pest, ' Blair

to his surprise, she wiped away her tears and retorted stubbornly, "No, you're wrong. I want more. I want everything." She pointed to the bed beside them.

his dark eyes. 'She's never

we were kissing? Did you want me as much as I wanted you? Did you

of her phone's light, she looked at his crotch. "Mr. Li, actions speak louder than words. Oh God! Why am I in

time he had been called

her up in his arms and threw her roughly on the bed. She was grateful that the bed had this much spring

me to fuck you?" he mocked.

of Blair's slippers fell to the floor, and she kicked away the other one. She sat up and answered, "I know I can't trick you

definitive sound, a

a belt being unbuckled. 'Wesley?' she

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

button to answer it.

for Talbot to reply. He hung up the phone

at his phone and the candles.

Why not open the door?' he thought, baffled.

in darkness, making 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

out and

not call me 'dear Wesley'? Girls like to call me that." His voice was low

mouth wide. 'He's so hot!' "Dear Wesley," she called out in a

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