Cherry on Top 🍒... NOT. (WangXian FF)

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It was a bright and early day when the sound of waves mixed with the sunlight that hit his face woke him up from his sound sleep. Last night he was so deep into his writing that he forgot to eat, drink or sleep, until finally he was exhausted and collapsed on the table, asleep–no, passed out–from the exhaustion that had accumulated deep into his bones.

He stretched for a bit and heard his bones cracking from the awkward sitting position and he groaned before he reached for the clock on the table and saw that it was only five a.m in the morning. He was quite satisfied since he managed to sleep only for a couple of hours. Well, it's a couple of hours extra since he was up for two days straight finishing his novel.

His first ever novel.

He sighed in satisfaction and stood up to start his coffeemaker while looking at his backyard garden, which was full of lush herbs, vegetables, and his pride and joy–his lemon tree. It was full with big, yellow lemon fruits and he planned to pick them up later to make jams, preserved lemons, and send them to his restaurant–which he left into the care of his best friend and partner, Shen Qingqiu.

It was a gamble, leaving his high-paid job as a celebrity chef with the most sought-after service in the entertainment industry to become a writer. True, he still received reports from Shen Qingqiu daily, although he told him not to do that, but the man insisted. His best friend did not agree with his decision to switch careers when it was at its pinnacle. Who didn't know Wei Wuxian, The Hot Chef? Hot as in he used live fire, his food was spicy, and he was hot as hell when working those dangerous fires. Especially with his fully tattooed arms and legs–which he flaunted every now and then, especially at ladies' night–and his long, dark, silky hair–his pride and joy. He was more like a celebrity than a chef himself. And he cooked very mean spicy baby back pork ribs that melted in your mouth. A favorite of even the female celebrities with their strict diets.

But writing was his lifelong dream, to write something that made young women dreamt about romance, about a knight on a white horse, a love like a fairytale, and so on. Just like when his mother told him about those stories for a long time, and how it had ingrained in his brain. Not that he ever found his princess–yet–but still, one should never lose hope. Right?

Then his coffeemaker was done and he took a cup outside to his balcony to do the most exciting thing of the day ever since he bought this condo by the sea just for the sake of writing a year ago.

At this time–every single day without fail–his super hot neighbor went out to surf in his navy long tight spandex, topless. And boy, his body was so perfect like it was carved out of marble by God himself. He knew because he bought a pair of high powered binoculars just to admire his abs. Perverted, he knew, but what could he say? It was all for the sake of the research. And judging by the huge bulge inside his spandex… right. Too bad he wasn't able to see his face clearly, only his profile and boy, he was G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S. 

He also had short dark hair and eight pack abs. And he was absofuckinglutely surely also a very rich man, since the condos that they lived in was located in the super private location with maximum security that only the super rich could buy and even that, it was by recommendation only. Even though he had the money, he had to get help from the boss of his other best friend–Xie Lian–to get a recommendation, and strangely the boss approved although they did not know each other. Xie Lian told him that he was a fan though, and he told Xie Lian to tell his boss that he was welcome to his restaurant–Purgatory–anytime he wanted, for free.

The condo put a dent in his considerable savings, but it was worth every cent that he spent, since it had a huge garden for his organic farming, a cellar for his fermentation process and products, an outdoor patio with fireplace for when the weather was fine, and a balcony that could view the private beach and the ocean. It was located just between a mountain and a beach. A perfection. Not that he liked to swim on the beach, but the sight and the sound of it just seemed to calm down his nerves. 

He used to live in the apartment he rented ever since he started cooking with only a food truck, a hundred dollars and the clothes behind his back. He shared the apartment with Shen Qingqiu and Xie Lian–his childhood friends–and they moved out to a better place when the business started to take off, unlike him. He just didn't bother because all he did in the apartment was sleep and nothing else. He spent most of his time in the kitchen anyway, he even had a couch with his name there. What a fond memory.

But now, his attention was back to the man who was now doing his warming up routine. He named him Adonis, and he was the main inspiration for his male protagonist. And as far as his luck went, the other two hunks that often came and surfed with him also arrived, and they greeted each other with fists and body bumps, very alpha male gestures. 

Hunk number one was equally tall and beautifully carved with his long dark hair tied back, and he wore red long tight spandex pants. Hunk number two was also the same. Like the three of them were carved from the same huge slab of marble. The difference was he wore a short black spandex and his body was a bit bulkier than the other two. And just as he finished his thought, both hunks joined Adonis in his warm ups. From their lack of transportation methods and well, clothes, it looked like all three of them lived in the same neighborhood. 

What the hell was this neighborhood? Why were there only hot and half naked guys around and no women? Not that he complained, since he loved all beautiful creatures equally, but it raised a good question. Maybe he should ask Xie Lian later.

God, he was in a dire need to have sex. But now he needed a cold shower and food, since he had an appointment with Xie Lian to show him his finished book.