[completed] The Untame Wang #9 is an NBA basketball player with a short fuse. Shen Yue is a counselor that needs to help him face his darkness to shade light to his life, so she thinks.
Misunderstood Dylan Wang wants nothing to do with anger manage...
Warning ⚠️ Mature Content 18+ read at your own risk 🍋🍋
(Seattle Daylight. Zoom in for Space Needle on your left).
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Yue had an excellent day. She felt like she was floating. No, it was more like flying, leaping, dancing with her feet in the air.
Even the L.A. traffic appeared to be wonderful.
She went home. The first thing she saw was a box right outside the entryway.
It was from Dylan.
Just reading his name made her inner goddess all giddy.
She went straight to her room and opened the box.
Shen Yue was staring at what looked like a designer dress.
She scanned the box for the price tag and sure enough it was not only expensive, but it was a Valentino dress.
This was the second time her thoughtful husband gave her a dress.
She had to accept the man had a good eye for fashion.
She pulled the garment from the box. It was a beautiful cocktail dress. The black fabric screamed lavish, one month's hard work plus overtime.
The flower details made the dress girly yet elegant. Tulle and lace meshed giving it texture. The only things she was not sure about was the risqué v-cut on the front.
Two things came to mind: one, Yue was not sure how she was supposed to keep her breast from pooping out on her way to Seattle. Two, how on earth was Dylan planning to make it from L.A. to Seattle on a weekend night and a day before his game.
Only Dylan Wang could be that fixed on making something happen.
She got herself ready, tried on the dress and it fit her like second skin.
She was amazed he knew her size, then she blushed remembering the night before.
Dylan had explored her body from east to west, he just knew her measurements like that. His hands all over hers ...
Her mind wondered off to his sweaty body on top of hers, whispered all the delicious things he could do with that tongue of his.
A knock on the door made her jump.
"Can I come in?" It was Dylan.
She cleared her throat and opened the door.
Dylan smiled sweetly looking at that slight color on her cheeks.
He was still outside waiting for her to open the door wider.
