Criminal Love

29. You Changed Everything

Yue is still sitting on Dylan's lap, fiddling with her phone to download and set up the app that Lina suggested. Over her shoulder, Dylan gets to see what she's doing, and he also takes in the fantastic view that the white shirt over nothing provides. Those mounds look perky and round. Tempting. Why can't he stop drooling over her? He chastises himself for having become such a pervert. He was never like this before.

"Here it is. I only have to input the days when my last periods started, and it will tell me when I have ovulated. Thankfully, I always mark the dates on my calendar."

"You do?" Dylan asks, genuinely interested in how her body works. "Why?"

"Because it's important to know my hormones are functioning properly," she replies with a natural tone as she tweaks info on the app. "Lina told me years ago that if I'm regular, which I am, it's pretty accurate... There!"

Dylan grabs the phone, quickly analyzes the data and sighs of relief. "Really? We're safe?"

Yue nods. "We should be. I used it when I was with Peng, and I managed to stay child free..." and winks.

Dylan cringes hearing his name. "I want to forget that piece of trash ever laid his hands on you... But I'm glad you didn't have a child with him." Dylan squeezes his arms around Yue's body and nuzzles her neck to appreciate the floral scent from the shower gel mixed with her womanly aroma, that way he can forget about the idiotic ex-husband.

Yue feels the tickles and chuckles. She turns around to face Dylan and reassures him: "Don't worry, I never did it 4 times in less than 24 hours with him..." She snickers and her skin becomes mottled remembering all the painting that occurred from last night until this morning...

Yue cannot believe what has happened since yesterday: she found out she's married –again–, only this time she is bound to someone she is madly in love with; she has had the best, mind-blowing intimacy of her 27 years of existence, and she has agreed to spend who knows how many weekends being the queen of the Wang castle. Is she dreaming?

"And we'll be stuck here at least until Monday so... We can give it a few more tries," he whispers in her ear in a naughty tone. "Now that we know we're not giving parenthood a chance, I have several ideas in mind..."

Yue feels her insides tense: A few more tries? Several ideas? What is this man trying to accomplish? Is there some sort of record he's aiming to break? Has he done this regularly with his exes? Those thoughts torment her.

Yue bounces from Dylan's lap. "We need to clean the kitchen first..."

As they start to clean up, a loud bang makes Yue scream of terror. "What was that?" Her heart is hammering wildly from the panic. What is happening out there? With the shutters down, there's no way to know, and Dylan hasn't allowed her to watch the news for some reason.

As a matter of fact, the storm outside is raging and soon more thuds are heard. Dylan presumes there must be a twister nearby; Florida does have the dubious distinction of having a higher frequency of tornadoes per 10,000 square miles than any other state, something that he has no intention of disclosing to his newlywed wife.

Dylan grabs one of the emergency bags, seizes Yue by the hand and takes her quickly to the linen closet, the only place without windows in the apartment, hence a safer place.

Yue follows him without protest; her brain has not yet processed what is occurring.

As soon as they enter the closet, Yue realizes the rectangular space is small, like a bathroom of a normal house. The walls to the left and the back are covered with wood shelves that have towels, linens, pillows and such stacked, nothing heavy or dangerous in case it all falls on top of them, that's comforting. The remaining walking space is about a meter wide and 2 meters long, which is where they will wait, she assumes.