DWEO : Zhanyi MPREG

42. Reconnection

Zhan POV

I parked my car in the garage and went into the lounge only to be hit by a mouthwatering smell. But an even more delicious sight was Yibo cooking; he wore a white silk shirt only; its sleeves rolled up and his burgundy hair down to his shoulder. He looked breathtaking. 

"Coming home to a gorgeous man barefoot in the kitchen cooking. I'm the luckiest on the planet," I said; he smiled. "I'm guessing Bianca didn't give you the message huh?" he asked and I looked at him confused. Bianca said nothing to me.

"What message?" I asked walking towards him. He shrugged "Nothing" he said standing on his tiptoes to kiss me, I lifted him off the ground and he giggled "Hungry?" he asked turning back to the stove; I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Famished" I replied kissing his nape "But I don't think for food" I purred, "Tell me you're not wearing anything underneath," I added.

He chuckled "I'm wearing nothing underneath" he replied and I moaned.

"What are you cooking?" I asked. "Veg and mushroom stir-fry with roast chicken" he said and I inhaled deeply. "My favorite" I said. "I know." he replied smiling.

"Between me and the food, which is more tempting?" he asked, and I chuckled "It's a tie," I said, unbuttoning the shirt "Although I'd rather have you instead"

He stopped me. "Slow down tiger. Didn't your mama teach you to eat your vegetables before desserts?" he asked playfully.

I threw my head back laughing "Hell, I don't think she meant it this way" I said and he laughed too "You're not really expecting me not to touch you when you parade around looking like that, do you?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Out, go change" he said pushing me out of the kitchen, I frowned but he waved his hand. I went upstairs, showered and changed clothes. I couldn't help but think about what Yibo said about Bianca giving me a message. And if it had anything to do with Bianca's foul mood after he left.

I went back downstairs "Dinner is served," he said giving me a plate full of delicious food; It was tummy satisfying.

I sat on the couch. He sat across from me, crossing his legs; purposefully giving me a magnificent view of them. I gave him a hard look but he just smiled innocently "Aren't you hungry?" I asked and he shook his head just staring at me. "I've cleared my schedule for a couple of days, we can leave for Chongqing now" I said and he nodded "What are you not telling me about this trip?" he asked.

I smiled "You'll understand when we get there" I offered and he pursed his lips. I then remembered what I wanted to ask him "Did you and Bianca talk?" I asked. Something flashed in his eyes "Yeah, why do you ask?" he said. I shrugged "She seemed to be in an unpleasant mood today" I said, He sighed "Okay, I sort of warned her off of you" he admitted. He held up his hands when I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I overheard her talking about you and...I just don't trust her Zhan, something about her rubs me off the wrong way" he said, shivering absently.

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about" I said and his eyes narrowed

"That's unfair you know" he said, "You can do things like threatening men off of me, but I can't do the same?" he asked, I eyed him. "That's different" I defended, he raised his chin "How so?" he challenged

"I can handle myself and Bianca, always did when you're not even there" I said.

"She is woman...I am man" he said 

I shook my head; I couldn't believe he still felt the need to do that. I had no interest in Bianca, I never did. Secondly, didn't he know how much I loved him? I don't think I see other women at all anymore; and it is not just because none of them hold a candle to him.

"But you are the one whom I want!" I replied

"There you are!" He said thickly his hazel eyes registering desire; I grinned. "Where is everyone?" I asked noting the empty foyer, feeling relieved seeing him smile now.

"Some have gone out for the night, others decided to give us a little privacy," he said smiling. He picked up my empty plate and put it in the kitchen sink. I watched him intently as he walked back to me.

"Dessert?" he asked as he climbed on top of me, his thighs on both sides of my legs. I smiled, breathing his scent in "Hell yes." I purred. Much to my surprise, he unlocked my arms around his waist, cupping my face, he kissed me fervently; him taking the lead fascinated me. Normally I played that role and I loved it. 

But if he wanted the power this time, then I would try to give it to him. He lifted my shirt off and resumed kissing me, running his soft hands all over me. His kisses moved to my neck and shoulder.

If he wanted to torture me, it was working. I was beyond aroused and keeping my hands off him was an excruciating task. I wanted to give him a little dominance but unfortunately, I'm selfish on that aspect. I wanted to have my way with that precious body of his.

My hands involuntarily contracted on his thighs and I quietly groaned. "You're killing me little one." I said and he lifted his head and smiled apologetically. I then realized that I might have offended him; I shook my head. "That felt good." I said truthfully "But its not enough." He added looking down.

He was a jewel; he wanted to please me, despite his minor inexperience. But pleasuring him was my greatest pleasure. I cupped his face with my hands "I want to touch you, I want to slide that shirt out of my way." I said thickly.

He smiled with understanding and dropped his arms; I kissed him, unbuttoning the shirt.

Everyone bid us farewell and Jeffery drove us to the airport, Yibo rested his head on my shoulder.

"Why decide to take me to Chongqing now?" she asked. "Well I want you to know what you're getting yourself into by marrying me" I teased, although I meant it. He paused a little "Are you trying to scare me off? Because that's never going to happen," he said

I smiled "Good to know" I said.

We boarded my Jet, for a 2-hour and a half flight to Chongqing. I told Yibo a little bit about my hometown he seemed excited to visit it. We landed at the airport and got to the X5 I rented, I grimaced after finishing loading our luggage.

Soon enough we passed the blackboard welcoming us to the city, driving through these familiar streets seemed surreal. I haven't been here for almost 5 years but it has felt like a century.

For a very long time now I've completely shut out my entire past, and what it meant to me. Everything about this town held memories I could never forget, even in times I wished I could. I would sometimes come here and visit childhood friends and my parent's gravesite but even that I started doing less frequently.

Somehow there was a sense of finality about this trip, this time around; I didn't know if I would ever come back here again. But it was time to put some things to rest and make peace with others. I was finally ready for some sense of closure, because I was about to start a life with Yibo and I wanted to do that on a clean slate.

We stopped at a hotel and checked in, the attendants brought our luggage and then left. Yibo sat on the bed looking out the window; I scrutinized him.

"This is a really nice," he said meeting my gaze.  "Are you too tired? I wanted to show you something," I said and he smiled.

"No, where are we going?" he asked, I held out my hand slightly grinning "You'll see," I said and he took it; I led him out of the suite.