Sunday afternoon
It's 6 pm and Yue is sitting on the living room couch answering Lina's texts, slouched with her phone in her tiny hands, absorbed and unaware of her surroundings.
Since Yue had not written back in a few days, her big sister was getting worried, and somewhat persistent.
Dylan comes out of the bedroom looking good in his gray Quiksilver boardshorts, white sleeveless undershirt that hugs his chest just right, and a red, short-sleeved, open shirt that exhibits his manly-but not bulky-arms. His black, shiny hair floats around his face like a movie cliché, and his eyes are bright, reflecting the whiteness of his broad grin.
He is stunning and he knows it.
As a matter of fact, he was expecting to induce a major gawking, pantie-dropping, drooling reaction on Yue, perhaps accompanied by a gasp and a 'why are you so hot?!' frustrated exclamation. Instead, much to his disappointment, Yue is completely ignorant of his presence.
What the heck? He should sequester her phone from now on when they come to the penthouse. Dammit!
Annoyed, Dylan approaches the couch from behind and tugs Yue's shoulders back with both hands as he scolds her: "Shen Yue, straighten your back!"
Yue stiffens like a soldier when she hears that tone calling her 'Shen Yue' and feels his determined hands adjusting her unfeminine posture but does not unglue the eyes from her phone.
Darn thing! She should be looking at me, not at a screen! Tsk...
Feeling disillusioned, Dylan turns on his heels towards the front door and casually informs her: "Sweetie, I'll be back in half an hour."
"Okay..." Yue instinctively replies but straightaway realizes what is happening and whirls her interrogative face swiftly towards Dylan. He's leaving?! "Wait! Where are you going? Why are you leaving...?" Me, alone, at your place, on a weekend? She doesn't say all that to avoid sounding clingy and pathetic, but frankly, why is he leaving without her? Was abandonment the surprise he had? That's not appealing in the least.
Dylan swivels around with a haughty smirk and takes a few confident steps back towards Yue. And, rewardingly, there it is-the gawking, the drooling and the shifting of her hips because her soft spot instantly vibrates when she admires his incomparable handsomeness. Gosh, no woman could ever be immune to this guy! Not me, for sure. Dylan can make her core spontaneously combust with that smile, that face, that hair... Focus!
Yue shakes her head to snap out of the spell he put her under and finds Dylan's pretty face tilted, amused, his hands crossed on his chest tightly to make the muscles and veins in his arms more evident.
Drool-alert! Again.
"Sweetie, I said I'll be back in half an hour, alright? I can't tell you where I'm going but get ready. I left what you're gonna wear on the bed," and he flashes his seductive crooked wink, eliciting an affectionate smile from Yue.
"Okay."
"By the way, don't wear any makeup, or use only the waterproof kind."
"Huh?"
And just like that, he disappears.
Yue plops on the couch and fans her face and pelvis with some magazines that Dylan keeps on the coffee table. "I'm so ridiculous! This is ridiculous!" she grumbles. "How can he do this to me when we've already painted twice today?! Pfff!"
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Yue is in the walk-in closet, in front of a big mirror, checking how she looks with the clothes that Dylan picked for her-a white bikini swimsuit and a lovely white sundress, both strapless.
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Criminal Love
عاطفيةA new undercover unit is created by the FBI to infiltrate the inner circles of illegal art dealing. Dylan Wang is a convicted and talented forger that will be forced to pretend to have a relationship with the agent assigned as his keeper, the sweet...
