Monday afternoon
Yue unlocks the front door to her apartment, although she prefers to call it 'our home' since Dylan moved in, and a pleasant smell of lavender and cleanliness wafts her. She takes two steps inside and inhales deeply with shut eyes and a pressed smile.
"What's that smell? How is the place so fresh?"
When Yue opens her lids again, her eyes catch an essential oil diffuser plugged on top of the kitchen counter, vaporizing the relaxing aroma. Aware of the fact that Dylan must be responsible for such a delightful circumstance, she twirls on her toes and bumps into him, because he was standing right behind her.
A satisfied grin appears on his handsome face, and he places his hands comfortably on her tiny waist. "Are you happy?"
"That it's clean and scented? Yes!" Yue bounces on her toes. "But how?"
"Well, remember Sandra said she needed more cleaning jobs?"
"Oh, right. You asked her?"
Dylan nods. "The first two weeks here together were too hectic, cookie. We cannot manage it all without help. So, she's coming on Mondays to turn this apartment into the epitome of neatness!"
"Wow!" Yue looks around and notices that even her laundry has been done and it's ironed and folded on the bed. It's a dream come true because she really had been too depleted to clean properly. "It's amazing! This place has never been so spick and span!"
Yue darts back to Dylan and jumps into his arms, wrapping her body tightly around him.
"Ouch!" he exclaims on impact and snickers immediately after. "I'm glad you liked the surprise." Dylan kisses her forehead and Yue lifts her face to gaze at him with thankful eyes.
"You're so thoughtful. I can't believe how fantastic you are," she admits, her voice cracking a little.
"Stop! No crying!" Dylan warns. He puts her down and spanks her tushy playfully, as he always does. "Get a shower. I'll go to my place and pick out the clothes for the week."
As Dylan begins to amble away, Yue makes a face and suddenly shouts: "Didi!"
The man halts. What did I do now?
"Who cleans your apartment and does your laundry?" It has just hit her that Dylan's place is permanently tidy, and his clothes washed and presentable, but he never does the laundry nor mop the floors. Does he even own a vacuum?
Dylan tsks and his lips pucker in a smug side smirk. He turns around slowly and blows a strand of hair away from his face, his posture confident. Yue feels her panties dropping... Goodness! She's so feeble in front of him.
"Tell me!" she manages to demand, schooling her weakened knees, her hands propped on her hips.
"Cookie, isn't it obvious? I have minions!" He stifles a cackle and disappears swiftly. He loves to tease her; he lives for her baffled expressions.
Darn, that man!
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The TV is on in the living room and Dylan is doing the dishes while listening to the news channel.
They had dinner together and Yue is currently at the desk in the corner, writing a report about the special Picasso exhibit they visited yesterday morning at the Smithsonian museum as part of their cover-up for going to DC. In the end, they managed to see Lina again for dinner on Sunday, as Dylan promised, because her parents left early in the afternoon. Everyone had a good time, and no one has mentioned "the incident" since it happened on Saturday.
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Criminal Love
RomanceA 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...
