The room that was given to him was huge and a picture of elegance and luxury. It was wallpapered in soft beige. Two paintings are hanging on one side of the wall. The painter was unrecognizable, but the artist in him noticed the work of art and for a moment he wished he could paint nearly as good.
After a few moments of staring and examining the painting, his eyes dropped to the suede sofas and the expensive rug below the floor.
When his eyes landed on the queen-size brass bed, the fatigue and sleepiness he felt earlier in the drawing room immediately returned. Ever since he arrived at the lighthouse, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. He wants to take a nap for at least half an hour.
He took his jeans off leaving only his T-shirt and undies. He let them fall to the floor. Then dived into the bed and landed on the big, soft pillow. He was too tired he had fallen asleep in seconds.
A soft knock on the door startled him. And before he had a chance to get up the door opened and Yibo entered. He got up and grabbed a blanket to cover his body but there was no blanket on the bed. He tried the pillow."Don't bother, Zhan," said Yibo. "I saw all that, remember?" Yibo stepped closer.
Zhan was stunned for a moment. And when he registered in his mind what Yibo said, he lowered the pillow. "On the contrary, you're right. And since I'm just your guest in your house, I have no right to a piece of privacy," Zhan said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. Stand up, tilting his head proudly.
Yibo stared at him as if in a trance. Barefooted, he stepped towards where the jeans were. His hair was messed up. Then Yibo's eyes slid down his body. His nipples were outlined on the crumpled T-shirt. The T-shirt barely reached the garter of his undies. And Yibo had a full view of legs that were as long as endless as he had remembered.
"I knocked many times," Yibo answered, swallowing an imaginary lump. "And when you didn't open the door I decided to go in. It's six at night and—"
"Six!" Zhan looked at the clock next to the lampshade and groaned when he saw that Yibo was right. He slept for almost four hours.
"I... I didn't mean to sleep that long," Zhan said, feeling a little bit guilty.
"It's okay. In the past two nights, we both didn't get much sleep."
Zhan bent on the blue jeans and was about to pick them up when Yibo speak again.
"Leave it," Yibo ordered. "Here..." He dropped two shopping bags with the logo of an expensive brand on the bed.
He frowned. "What's that?" Zhan asked.
"This is yours. I had this bought for you. I called Mom at the salon earlier and she bought it. This one bag is three sizes of shoes. Pick something that fits you. I'll bring you to the party tonight."
"Wha-what!" Zhan eyes widened as we straightened him. "You'll bring me to the party?"
"And you have one hour to get ready." Yibo pointed to the built-in dressing table. "The makeup there is complete. Push the mirror and behind were shelves filled with perfumes. Wear anything you fancy." After saying that, Yibo turned around to go out. But before he could step towards the door, Zhan's hand was already on his arm. "Wait a minute!"
When Yibo faced him, they almost collided. Zhan took a step back and let go of Yibo's arm. "Did I hear right? You're taking me to Ziyi's party?" Yibo nodded. His eyes were on him. "I thought you wanted me to stay away from Zhuocheng. And what about Ziyi if she sees me at her party?" My god, as much as she wanted to see and talk to Zhuocheng, he couldn't ruin the two's party because of his presence.
When the scandal happened, he casually told Zhuocheng the moment he returned home to his apartment. It's during those times without Zhoucheng's trust and encouragement he probably wouldn't have been able to handle it. But Zhoucheng doesn't know which specific woman is involved because Jeffrey Moore is more involved. "I've already talked to Ziyo." Yibo's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I said I was with someone. I didn't say it's you. And if you'll meet, she'd be civil and polite. She doesn't want to ruin the night of their engagement party."
"This is ridiculous!" Zhan stomped his foot. "I don't want to come," he said churlishly.
"I want you to be at the party, Zhan. I want to see Zhuochengs's reaction the moment he sees you. The presence of his ex-lover on his engagement night." His blue eyes blazed angrily. "I told him on the phone that we spent days together on the island. He wasn't stupid enough to think we were just staring at each other for two days."
Zhan didn't know what Zhuocheng would think of that part. But that is not the important thing. "Don't do this, Yibo," he begged. "Zhuocheng will talk to me, I'm sure. Because he's worried about what happened to me. Not because we are lovers but..."
"But as what, Zhan?"
"As a... friend!" Zhan screamed desperately. "If you were my friend-"
"You can't be my friend." Yibo's hands came up and tightly held both of his shoulders. "Because I won't even think of tearing my friend's clothes and making love to him until we're both senseless. Because right now that's what I want to do to you!"
And before Zhan could react to what he said, Yibo's arms went around him and gathered him as Yibo's lips closed over him. And Zhan's little grunt of astonishment was trapped on Yibo's lips.
Stunned, Zhan gripped Yibo's biceps for balance, but Yibo was too big and too heavy that he lost it. They both fell on the bed, Yibo on top of him.
Zhan was helpless as Yibo stroked his mouth mercilessly. And he cannot stop Yibo from doing it. He knew it would happen at any moment. He knew the sexual tension between them whenever they got close was set to explode at any moment.
What Zhan didn't expect was Yibo's frank admission. Somehow, it pleased him. Enough to make one's own feelings go away. Zhan sipped at his lips, flirtatiously eluding his mouth when Yibo tried to catch his.
Yibo groaned. He adjusted his body so he could lift Zhan's face with his hand, then caught his lips with tethered violence. He swept Zhan's mouth with his tongue intent on conquest. He plundered and delved deeply.
Zhan had completely forgotten anything that had come between them. He had wanted this. Wanted Yibo. Wanted Yibo's hands moving over his body, his chest like he is doing now. And Zhan was touching his back, his hands rushing to feel Yibo's chest as if he had to take advantage of every moment. Yibo''s body hardened and looked like steel. The pleasure-pain Zhan felt made him whimper. He moaned and dug his hands into Yibo's hair.
Each of them does not know how to feel each other's body. Their carnal desire was beyond control.
"Oh, you're sweet... sweet..." Yibo's voice was soft as velvet. His mouth moved down to Zhan's throat and licked the soft flesh while his fingers moved down to the strip of Zhan's white lace and groped that thing between his thighs.
Zhan bit his bottom lip. Arched his body for Yibo's searching hands. He was melting, surrendering. Suddenly, Yibo stopped what he was doing and let go. Zhan moaned in frustration.
"Sshh..." Yibo said and turned to the door. Yibo heard the knock that had probably been repeated several times at the same time as the maid called. "What do you need?" He tried to give authority to the voice that was still hoarse with desire. From outside the door, the maid answered. "Ma'am Carmen is saying that she can't wait and that they will go first..."
Yibo laid his body down on the bed. Closed his eyes tightly? He gradually filled his chest with air, trying to extinguish the remaining flames of emotion. Zhan could hear the maid's retreating footsteps. Then he glanced at Yibo whose chest rose and fell. His polo shirt was open, and two buttons were undone. Zhan groaned silently in shame. He knew he had done it.
Zhan was stunned, horrified. He didn't know what to do. Confused, he raised his legs hugged them, and bowed his head between his knees. What did he do? He responded to Yibo's lovemaking like a wanton. Without the maid, maybe what they did would have gone on. And what were Yibo's parents thinking that Yibo didn't leave his room?
He only further proved his bad reputation with Yibo. His small consolation was Yibo's admission of his own uncontrollable lust.